Untitled Poem by Marion E. McAnear

Today, quite accidentally, I determined
That your lips are as
Delicately shaped as the bridge
Of a fine violin
Filled with sweet music. The day before it was your soft brown eyes
That caught me up
And set my heart beating faster
As to gypsy rhythm. Less-much less- than a week ago
Absentmindedly, I hasten to add
I noticed the incredibly beautiful
Curve of cheek-the soft fall of dark hair
(That I see yet in my dreams),
A small, pink alabaster ear
All in excellent harmony! This it must have been
In the Garden of Eden
As God composed his First Symphony!