In Her Night Dress Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In Her Night Dress

And
In her night dress
Before the mirror dim
Combed her hair wavy and
Curled, my Love!
My Love! My Love!
Two voices spoke quasi-simultaneously
But not simultaneously.
And Beauty was Love, and Love with Beauty!

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