She was like a girl lost happily <br />in a attic, <br />when she told me of her childhood, of things <br />that catch and trick, <br />of some magic bottles in the pantry, <br />her tongue did lick <br />her lips in great excitement, we looked <br />at some semi-precious rocks, she was hooked <br /> <br />on a blue necklace of glowing sapphire, <br />amazing hued, <br />with a unknown fire in its blazing depths, <br />we were then glued <br />to imaginings, flights of fantasy; <br />just by some blued <br />gemstones that catch the eye in their sparkling <br />and being with her was quite exciting.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-was-like-a-girl-lost-happily-cavatina/
