Your Name Could Have Been Prunella
You were there standing quietly
taken by one look at you
your beauty, exotic, excited me
true your dress was simply blue.
I cannot lie, my inarticulation
at the sight of sunsets in your eyes
your essence broke my concentration
taking me to new heights.
Brown hair, reflecting tints of henna
your provocative form
and walk, your name could have been Prunella
as you reached for my love.
Your price was far above Jewels
captivated by your smile
the rose that bloomed
but faded from my life.
Copyright © Phillip Knox | Year Posted 2024
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