The lady with the look of love.
She wears her hair one way,
The words are spake and one is to say,
She has love in her heart,
Then her hair is another way,
And you wonder how it changed,
Her hands weave her doo,
The poet watches to,
See how it shall be next,
There is no reason to be vexed,
When the lady with the look of love,
Has you in her heart.
David A. Robertson 06.10.2016