Minna III

Your criss-crossed ringlets of hair Are tipped with faltering opalescence. At dawn a lost smile ever returns And hides in your hair because he fears The solemn marble profile of your face. His presence caresses your lips to wings of color That beat against each other and release Dulcet, feathery tinges of love descending to your heart. And thus, each morning, your rising heart Wears a new bridal robe.