Another Somebodies Love Poem Part Three Poem by mark king

December’s days are brief with chill
As the winter winds are dreary

Her frail beauty is decaying a little
Curled or uncurled her locks gray

A heart is without her, a soul longs
Seemingly it skips a beat with a thought

Painted or unpainted all fades away
Real beauty lays underneath hidden

With little words softly spoken
In moments when two is one

Maybe when the leaves bloom
And the sun hangs high over head

I’ll find her once again
As summer winds unfold-