Your Face Poem by John Lars Zwerenz
Your Face
The opulent roses,
The tall, slender vines
Wed the wooden trellis with summery wines,
As daylight closes,
With eglantines.
So near,
The grace
Of the mellifluous blues
Of the bright belvedere,
And the terra-cotta statues
Which clad the marble square
Have nothing to compare
With the wandering gaze of your tender face,
Now smiling, debonair, now glancing here,
Now there.
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