Her Naked Face Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring
Her Naked Face
The naive curve of her lips
is embroidery in my thoughts;
the benighted look of her eyes
enchants me as if I were bewitched,
I got lost wandering in them.
When all others seemed blushed red,
her face was naked -
no colour of life's beauty
could outstand her pristine face;
I implored it till
it spreads into my mind
like a spilled ink,
spoiling me...
I was completely beguiled.
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4/23/2024 7:12:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Completely beguiled. good. I invite you to read my poems and comment.