Queen
Even though she knows I love her
I cannot tell her and she knows why
It's not because I'm shy
But, I look in her eyes
and they are oceans
every blink a wave
that washes to the shore
Her hair Autumn leaves on trees
yellow, red, and auburn rolling down
to the mountians valleys
that rest on her shoulders
Her body, slinder and yet
in perfect places it curves in
then curves out, then curves back in
as a womans body should
Her walk, mesmerizing
Her essence is as such
like when she leaves her seat
her warmth remains
her soft perfume
leaves one breath of sweet air
Her memory, a face that looks at me
and speeks without words
"She speeks yet she say's nothing.
What of that?"
(One of three Bessemer women who helped me escape heartache.)12-18-96
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2009
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