His first love? yes, i knew her very well,-
yes she was young and beautiful like you
with cheeks rushed-flushed, and lovely eyes that fell.
if people praised her over much, but true and fearless,
flashing out as blue eyes can
at any cruelty to beast as man.
Her voice? was very gentle, sweat and low
with tones to hush a tired child to sleep,
in every cadence, clear, its silvery flow
beside a sick bed possess a charm deep,
its spell could banish creeping waves of pain
brings easeful quit to d fevered brain.
Her hands? well, dear, they were not quit so small
as those that triffle with your dainty lace,
a little browned, perhaps, they had such call
to carry sunshine into shady places,
less delicate than yours and yet i doubt
if one who loves her ever found it out.
when in love, what really do u find out about that situation?
Comments
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nice
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Enjoyable, just the right cadence and a beautiful story.
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i found out everything eniterily
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