Lips so red, hair of brown, Skin like fairy down, Eyes of blue Look at you Angel come to town. Lightly tripping little feet, A figure -- O, so neat. Just a sweet and simple child We all desire to meet. Lovely smile, gentle hands Greet you all the while; Friendship holds you with its bands Free from any guile. Voice so soft yet tinkling clear -- One you can't forget -- Reminiscent of the days That bring a fond regret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |