Thursday, September 3, 2009

A Curl

A curl,
A girl,
My arms,
So charmed.

My life!
My wife,
To sleep,
Not weep.

Rest now,
And how
Your dreams
sweet seems.

Not here
A tear
Your cheek
To seek.

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