Her lips how they arch to mine
Sweet summer nights, a delight
For me, for her to partake in
Her eyes the green of summer's change
Into fall, into her I look deep, for
She can see through me like an open book
Her sentimentality one to compare to
None, her beauty unsurpassable
Her hair how good it smells all the time
Fiery red lights the fire in my soul
My passion runs wild on each strand
R. E. Knight