She Was Stern There
She was stern there looking at me
Not quite a pout, almost angry
Her hair, wild, is loose all about
She keeps it stringy and spread out
Her eyes burning with fire, deadly
Heart bleeds seeming a mystery
Red between lips is what I see
Protruded out with a fine pout
She was stern there
Her nose flares as if she won’t be
Won’t hold my love, she sits sternly
Fiercely she carries some dire doubt
Without my love she’s in a drought
One thing’s sure, there’s no guarantee
She was stern there
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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