Sarah Fair
Her every Golden strand of hair
reflects the sun upon the earth
surrounding us with greatest worth
is her beauty ever so rare
that it cannot truly be near
knowing I could not comprehend
this gift that only god could send
coming as if my heart to mend
together we'll so lovely blend
smile alone I hope she'll wear
in hopes to see her lying bare
and fill me with such earthly mirth
as we lay now so near the hearth
embraced in a luminesce stare
Copyright © Christopher Williams | Year Posted 2005
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