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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WON THE POT, by J. R.
First Line: That little hand!
Last Line: That little hand!
Subject(s): Hands
First Line: That little hand!
Last Line: That little hand!
Subject(s): Hands
THAT little hand!
I hold it firm in mine,
And scan its outlines fine.
My eyes expand,
And grow with love intense and strong;
I gaze upon it fond and long,
That little hand!
That little hand!
It is so smooth, so pure and white,
And covered o'er with diamonds quite,
In beauty grand.
Oh, how I love it! See me press
It to my lips in fond caress,
That little hand!
That little hand!
There are no others fair as you!
I lay you down, and gladly too,
With manner bland.
It was a diamond flush and straight!
Soon may I hold its charming mate!
That little hand!
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