Honest Desire

A smile that's fresh as morning dew,
The innocence of a child,
The fragrance of a spring bouquet,
A voice that's soft and mild.

A tender style, a touch of class,
An ambiance of grace,
Such an air of kindness,
Is evident in her face.

There is no greater beauty,
Than in her eyes, you'll find,
The compassion of an angel,
She knows, no other kind.

A gentle breeze of novelty,
A whisper of desire,
She hides the secrets, of her love,
But, sets my heart, afire.

M. S. Madden © 3/97,
Maddog Creations

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Updated or Modified: 06/28/04