Alyssa My Peach
Behold the stranger lost at sea,
the winds blow fierce and swift.
Amidst the waves a maiden sweet
her glance, a glorious gift.
"She must be mine," he thought aloud
maid's charm she seemed to kindle.
Unique her culture, her love abundant
Alyssa my peach so gentle.
Cold winds chill a poor man's heart,
A smile may thaw him out.
Oh yes she is blessed with a friendly visage
he simply can't live without.
Copyright © Borrah Campbell Iii | Year Posted 2015
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