Miss Hanaley Poem by Terry Dawson
Miss Hanaley
Miss Hanley
I plainly see
That you are rather grand
And if I may
I'd like to say
Give me your own fair hand.
I'll lead you where
The air is clear
In yonder mountain-land?
Miss Hanley
You are to me
My girl of sweet surprise.
The wide portals
Into your soul
Which are your lovely eyes
Reveal to me
A spirit free
On wings in wide blue skies
Miss Hanley
I dream of thee
And thy fine hair of red
And if I may
I'd like to say
Something I've never said
My sweetest dove
My lovely love
I love you heart and head.
.... the second to the last line I cherished most... good work.. you can also read poem; 'An Entrapment'
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5/4/2024 8:27:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The rhyming of this verse makes it easy to conjure up a picture of the lovely Miss Hanley being taken by the hand by your good self onto the dancing floor. Delicate images here that would please any female reader. Loved it Terry.