I know a sweet suburban girl, <br />She's witty, bright and brief; <br />With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl <br />In rubies set, for teeth. <br /> <br />Beneath her glossy raven hair <br />There beams the hazel eye, <br />Bright as the star of evening there <br />Where the yellow sunbeams die. <br /> <br />Her breath is like a flower blown, <br />In fragrance and perfume; <br />Her voice seems from the blissful throne <br />where their harps the angels tune. <br /> <br />Her waist is just a trifle more <br />Than a cubit in its girth; <br />But when there my arms I throw, <br />I've all there is of earth. <br /> <br />And when she turns her dimpled cheek <br />toward me for a kiss, <br />I lose expression—cannot speak— <br />And take all there is of bliss.<br /><br />Samuel Alfred Beadle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-suburban-girl/
