Oh to Your Hair

Sat, 02/10/2018 - 11:34 -- kgilot

Your hair flows within the cold winter breeze

and the scent of it causees me glee.

I feel strange as a girl

to enjoy hair of this earl.

Its curls have enticed me to approach thee.

I hope you are okay with me.

My shy little heart flutters

as I stumble over the clutter.

I try to give a little curtsy

but I chicken out and scurry.

This poem is about: 
Me

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