A Playful Caress
When the breeze is as gentle as I now do see,
and it touches your hair with soft playful caress,
this all common thing seems then a view wrought for me,
and gives happy strong feelings that life can’t suppress.
As when we walk along the path being alone,
the sun shines on your face and gives me a near sight
of your radiant glow that reveals smooth skin tone,
and with loving look I ken that you are all right.
There’s a beam in your eye put there by God’s good grace,
an intelligent brain with a humorous mind,
all ensconced, kept behind a well sculptured young face,
your pure soul with poor mine doth eternally bind.
Hair of brownish blond color and eyes that have shine,
now always live with me and do know, love, you’re mine.
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