Lucy.
Her fragrance was the essence of all the flowers in bloom
Her raven hair a cascading waterfall
Her features would like morning sun alight the darkest gloom
Her smile so warm it shall ever me enthral
Sweet indeed the presence of her graceful silhouette
Her voice it's cadence music to my ear
Her words a lilt their memory I never shall forget
As she with understanding spoke with care
She is to me the epitome of angels in my dreams
A goddess fair that all men should once see
And if fortitude were kinder and devoid of wicked schemes
Dear Lucy I would ever love just thee.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 12:46
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