Summertime Girls
A delicate framework of filigree curls
All dancing in ringlet on summertime girls
A picture as fresh as a zephyr in June
As soft as a sunset on meadow, new moon
A stroke of the brush and a smile is reborn
To flatter the eyes ‘neath her brow’s playful scorn
The mountains and lakes that beset her desire
Are brimming with life setting young hearts afire
All gilded in gold like a Rembrandt ballet
It seems she’s about to have something to say
Her painter, most worthy of diamonds and pearls
To capture the essence of summertime girls
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