Not Virginia Plain

Her hair was red
Of russet tones
Like autumn leaves
Its cascading flow
Framed her face
And beauty shone forth
Its skins purity,
Rich as parchment,
Soft as silk,
Radiated her beauty
Her hypnotic eyes
Were startlingly blue,
With gem stone clarity
And held laughter in them
Her nose was small, delicate
Her lips were thin
But a smile of sweet remembrance
Constantly played about them

No Creeper

Autumnal in tone, the poem is an understated yet heartfelt deptiction of a woman of rare beauty.


Romantic Love Poems


Romantic Poems

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