Oh My...

Oh my pretty lady what depths do you bide? Seductive’s your body, your head held with pride Your bountiful form shows your bosoms desire and naked you hide still your depths so on fire As eyes do move lcoser with interest to seek, through misty white clouds two arms they do peek. Yet they’re not of your own for yours fall at your side, and these wrapped around you near the nest you do hide. Your face shows eyes longing a deeply set love, and mouth blushed, unmoving, rose cheeks just above. On your mossy green bed, through this picture I see, you are settled in love with someone that’s not me. Yet things are not right, I can see by the flowers for their heads are a drooping, like they’ve cried tears for hours. Oh my pretty lady, your body’s your own You can still say no. Life it can change and minds petals still grow.