Her

A short poem from the heart

Her

Her eyes, so big and brown
her lips, so small but full of sound
her smile can bring a crowd
her love, makes you wound


Her laugh, so pleasing
her tears, wounds your being
her freckles, very teasing
her nose, always wheezing


Her hands, so small
her voice, a distracting call
her tiny body, unappealing, no, not at all
her long dark hair, oh how far it can fall
but her kisses...you get them all!