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James Scanlan Feb 2017
Eyes of Blue
With a hint of Green
Honest and true
A sight to be seen

A gentle curve
A graceful sigh
A tinkling laugh
Heard with mind’s eye

Crown of Red
Then Blond, then Black
Out of bed
Wishing to go back

To eyes of Blue
With a hint of Green
Honest and true
To Perfect to be seen

Woman of my Dreams
James Scanlan Feb 2017
As she cries
They stop and stare
Pity in their eyes
Sympathy too

As she cries
And falls by my feet
Unable to stand
The sudden sharp pain

As she cries
Below my strong, powerful figure
They rush to help
And shield her from pain

But then
They look at me
And stop in fear
Of a Father's Tear

— The End —