Debris - Selections from Poems by Madge Morris Wagner
page 88 of 94 (93%)
page 88 of 94 (93%)
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The rose-bud mouth so dainty curved
To sterner lines will grow. The fleeting years will mark with change Each feature now they prize, Save only the sweet eyes I love-- I love him for his eyes. Those wondrous, wondrous soulful eyes, How strange the spell they fling Unconsciously around my heart; What memories they bring! What buried hours come thronging back-- A distant, dearer clime-- Another pair of love-lit eyes, Another summer time. Oh, baby, take your eyes away: They burn into my heart! I'll kiss you once, and say good-by, And hid the tears that start; But through the years to come and go, The changeful scenes to rise, I'll love the little baby boy-- I love him for his eyes. * * * * * |
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