Love not or love a lot
Princess, with your long light brown hair,
like sunlit silk in evening air,
it falls in waves so soft and free,
a quiet spell you cast on me.
Your beauty isn’t only seen
in gentle eyes that glow serene,
but in the way you laugh and shine,
and turn the ordinary divine.
If love were written in the sky,
each star would spell your name on high
for every dream my heart has known
begins with you, and you alone.
like sunlit silk in evening air,
it falls in waves so soft and free,
a quiet spell you cast on me.
Your beauty isn’t only seen
in gentle eyes that glow serene,
but in the way you laugh and shine,
and turn the ordinary divine.
If love were written in the sky,
each star would spell your name on high
for every dream my heart has known
begins with you, and you alone.
51-55, M
