t O e S

M. T.                                                                                          10:33 am  17^th March

  t O e S  

I could see her toes

From under my nose

 When I bend to kiss her hand

Its looks so small

Like a fairy ball

Pointing to the sea and the sand

She smiles at me

In her eyes I see

Her beauty so bright and grand

I tried again

When the music began

When I asked her a dance to stand

Her steps so tender

She floats I wonder

Like she moves a magic wand

She smells of rose

Like a poet’s prose

That I'll never understand

I love her, I say

And I hope and pray

 Her dreams may always expand

Her eyes so deep

 I always peep

Searching for a place to land

But this is poetry

Only symmetry

A romance of a pen and a hand

And so it goes

As I see her toes

Pointing to the sea and the sand

eMONK