I know a sweet suburban girl, Shes witty, bright and brief; With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl In rubies set, for teeth. Beneath her glossy raven hair There beams the hazel eye, Bright as the star of evening there Where the yellow sunbeams die. Her breath is like a flower blown, In fragrance and perfume; Her voice seems from the blissful throne Where their harps the angels tune. Her waist is just a trifle more Than a cubit in its girth; But when there my arms I throw, Ive all there is of earth. And when she turns her dimpled cheek Toward me for a kiss, I lose expression—cannot speak— And take all there is of bliss.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 22:17:14 +0000
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