Searching
When I'm thinking pro and con,
Of dreams my love is built upon;
A willing mouth a sturdy wrist,
A curious mind , a lovely twist;
Of speech as ancient as first sin,
With shell like ear and dimpled chin.
Shapely limbs and deep dark eyes,
That look at me as though they're wise;.
When I sit and think apart,
Of all I need to fill my heart;
Empty trifles don't trouble me,
They make me glad for normalcy.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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