PICTURE

Loose tresses make you look like a toy doll

But your dark eyes are full of so much life;

Caramel skin makes porcelain seem dull

And your curved lips could lure me into strife.

I pray that you are longing for me still

Across the skies and high beyond the sea;

But not beyond the grasp of my strong will,

Nor the stretch of my curiosity.

I adore your comeliness from afar

But time will come when distance will recede

And we will reach together for our star

Then kiss as lovers by fate’s chance decreed.

Until then I’m bound to wait and ponder,

And as I wonder my heart grows fonder.