O why are there eyes like these,
That sparkle and dapple and tease,
So wide with the morning, so deep with the night,
Dancing and gleaming in passioned delight?
O why are there eyes like these?
O why are there lips like these?
Caressed by the southern breeze,
That beckon and call and hold a slave
All who therewith each soul-cry leave?
O why are there lips like these?
O why are there arms like these?
That crumple and crush as they please
A weak man's heart, and in their embrace
Bring a glow of red to a strong man's face?
O why are there arms like these?
Looking At A Portrait
Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Poem topics: heart, night, red, soul, embrace, deep, weak, wide, strong, face, morning, bring, delight, hold, slave, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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