It was her eyes of course
And the way they looked down
Shyly, lest I spy them
She would be unguarded
Her hands held together
Her pretty thumbs moving
Soft, unblemished, warm brown
Such beauty by themselves
None else saw her as I did
Raven hair now shielding
Her charming classic face
In the end she looked up
Quickly looked down again
A small smile on her face
Her lips full and moving
I saw her toes wriggle
Her father must be seen
If she is to be mine
As though she read my thoughts
She looked up and nodded
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Beauty is found best in the form of simplicity :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned.
There is definitely the beauty that is innocence, which is what I feel in this. I feel the expectation and even desire a bit there. Ha, the flirting a bit, even if we dont even notice.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Such a great portrayal of the innocence and beauty.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem which you've woven so delicately which is beauty about...every line reveals that...
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely description. And yes, it IS often the eyes first of all....
ReplyDeleteOh this is an intriguing tale! I so enjoyed reading.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the charm & allure of the beautiful woman ~ Nice romantic story ~
ReplyDeleteThis is so romantic and heart warming. Loved this poem :)
ReplyDeleteso personal and dear - a beauty
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely, romantic tale from your talented pen.
ReplyDeleteYou saw there was beauty in her soul. Those eyes. Yes I well understand. Lovely poem
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by to read mine Robin
Much love...
Oh I like this. You paint this scene beautifully with your words.
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the prompt. The dimension of needing permission makes the poem go much deeper than it would have otherwise.
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