She is painted…
Her dainty eyes, curly hair,
So captivating my looks,
I adored her always,
Sadly missing
now.
Her melody, voice, her
Tune ever
ringing, a new
Console,
now lost for a while.
Sadly missing
her now.
Church bells again
Find a similar
rhythms
In her melodious
tune
Vibrant in
her appeals.
Her rosy cheeks,
her
caring looks,
smile
full of warmth
and tender as bud,
I paint
and repaint
In my
diary hang it
On the wall
Unending charm
of its own
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