A Charm - Poem by Lucius Furius
Your demure expression,
the unfailing grace with which you meet
the small misfortunes which we meet each day.
Your ready smile, intelligent gaze...
(the eyelashes covering your half-closed eyes) .
The care you take in your dress-
nothing fancy, but always pleasing-
never letting one forget you're a woman.
That warm-red, slightly orange, sweater,
the color of poppies,
so perfect next to your yellow hair....
Let these words be a charm against
all actual physical love;
let them somehow quench the passion
which they are tokens of.
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