The Satin Mask
There
was this lady
A neighbor of mine
Whose tresses were knotty and
Disheveled,
Hoping to see her messy locks
Well kempt at least once
I kept my gaze at her balcony door
Morning, evening and sometimes noon
Having lived in an era bygone
Her carefully carelessly maintained hair
Did not dare me
To make a judgment on her style
The tresses all over her lovely black eyes
Quickly blown away by a gentle breeze
Just enough for me to partake
In the beauty of those angelic eyes.
It was not far back in time
When her aquiline nose and pouted lips
Would have drawn my gaze
Further down her face
But now visible are just the contours
Her nose and lips
Covered in that tightly woven
Double layered pink satin mask.
A neighbor of mine
Whose tresses were knotty and
Disheveled,
Hoping to see her messy locks
Well kempt at least once
I kept my gaze at her balcony door
Morning, evening and sometimes noon
Having lived in an era bygone
Her carefully carelessly maintained hair
Did not dare me
To make a judgment on her style
The tresses all over her lovely black eyes
Quickly blown away by a gentle breeze
Just enough for me to partake
In the beauty of those angelic eyes.
It was not far back in time
When her aquiline nose and pouted lips
Would have drawn my gaze
Further down her face
But now visible are just the contours
Her nose and lips
Covered in that tightly woven
Double layered pink satin mask.
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