The Fate of Whole Nations
VI
Transcendent in that unparalleled
Attire!
I confess I cannot help but admire,
And always did,
What all other men should find very
Much
Irresistible in her;
It is as if,
With the merest uplifting of that
Proud and arrogant chin,
The outstretched hand, it's slightest
Touch,
She effortlessly could defer
The uncertain fate of whole nations.
Suddenly, at the corners of the
Mouth, that insidious little grin...
And I am left wondering, again, what
Now for these new deliberations?
Copyright © John Fleming | Year Posted 2018
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