Mark McGinn - Joanne

Amber and gold curls that fall gently
Like the first leaves of autumn,
Frame the angelic beauty of the face.
The walnut-brown eyes are softness and peace.
The grace of the smile slows time and
Offer a perfect moment.
The laughter creates a joy
Inside that is devine.
The touch of that silken cheek
And those rose-blossom lips
Is a heaven about which her lover
Can only dream.

Mark McGinn

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