It was her of the laughing eyes
That shook my heart by surprise
Where my passion began to rise
Like no other
The wind blew her strawberry hair
I could do nothing but stare
In these moments of irrational enchantment
I noticed beautiful pink blossoms on the trees
As her perfume filtered through the breeze
I felt in each glance of her I would forever freeze
And say nothing
So I smiled as I caught up with her
And said something as she smiled
The breeze was gentle and mild
And I was forever beguiled
Her perfume drove me wild
So I kissed her
Merriam Coates














