Her Colors

I looked at the color of her eyes They can't ever disguise, They will show the very soul That leads the feelings to control. I then looked at her hair The color and the shape there, Which gives her joy and puts her at ease Which unto her it does ultimately please. I then looked at the color of her teeth They are like a welcoming wreath, Especially when she smiles They are her ivory welcoming tiles. I looked at the color of her nails Her time and beauty and desires are their details, When the same color is on her toes and fingers Beauty and anticipation excitedly in her mind lingers. When I first meet a woman that's what I see When it's just her and me, When I see her beauty I will always grin And never do I notice the color of her skin. Randy L. McClave