Green
Of leaves
From first spring
Colors thy eyes
And sunshine gives over her countenance
To thee, such that budding pines climb thy legs
And goes to the
Poppy red
Of thy
Lips
Where
Thine heart
Shows presence
In blushing cheeks
That are cupped by my appreciative hands.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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