Her hair is wild <br />Like a child <br />Who's never combed her tresses, <br />Yet when she smiles <br />Her eyes fly miles <br />And every guy confesses <br /> <br />It’s love, it’s lust, <br />It’s doubt, it’s trust, <br />She loves me too, she wouldn’t, <br />I’m big, I’m small <br />Not seen at all <br />And if she could she shouldn’t; <br /> <br />Just leave and dream <br />And let off steam <br />By running from obsession, <br />My feet have flown, <br />She’ll be alone <br />And nobody’s possession. <br /> <br />LRH <br />1.29.09<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jasmine-s-hair/
