So soft and smooth your hands touch mine,
Your voice with tremors of love,
Your eyes invite with reflection of dare,
Two sprites, so intertwined,
What more can be; this dark eyed girl,
this woman by my side?
She’s more than any old man would dream,
to have, as his bride.
The spring of all summers came to be,
when both agreed to wed,
And love was high for near a year,
till others turned her head,
The friends, the parties and money spent,
fine jewelry, clothing and wine,
Her weekends away, he stayed at home,
only working to survive,
What more to take, his heart was lost,
this dark eyed girl now gone.
He sits at home and blames himself
for the things he wished he'd done,
We never learn when dark eyed girls
come looking on the prowl but,
looking back to Adam and Eve- the apple;
man did always fail.
GW..
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