Only a Portrait
The piece is stunning, bright, and fair,
A portrait that lays all to bare.
Locks of shimmering brown, in light,
Fall past a pate of pale delight.
Two orbs, hazel, deep, and bereft,
Gaze towards an eternal left.
Upon divine, appealing face,
Slim brows adorn with gentle grace.
Pink ears, petite and slightly warm,
Own faintness of the newly born.
Soft osculations are exposed,
On a kind, ethereal nose.
With cherubic cheeks, blushing red,
Her lips are parted, barely fed.