Visions
The Glory of a Woman
Long, auburn hair
flowing in the wind
or black and beautiful,
its soft, silky sheen
cascading over her shoulders,
or Melisande
letting down her golden hair
from the high tower
of her exile,
a precious treasure.
Mermaids singing
on the rocky isles,
combing out
their long tresses
or the Lorelei!
My dear wife
whose once
waist length hair
is not forgotten
as she is not.
A mantle of praise
to the glory of a woman!
flowing in the wind
or black and beautiful,
its soft, silky sheen
cascading over her shoulders,
or Melisande
letting down her golden hair
from the high tower
of her exile,
a precious treasure.
Mermaids singing
on the rocky isles,
combing out
their long tresses
or the Lorelei!
My dear wife
whose once
waist length hair
is not forgotten
as she is not.
A mantle of praise
to the glory of a woman!
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The Glory of a Woman
The Glory of a Woman
