Loveliness
Let me touch thy weathered hand,
outstreached to serve me alms.
Veil not thy face of elder years;
eyes overflowed with love.
Let me remember all my days,
I knew loveliness as you.
Need is such a painful state,
each day but slivered hope.
Stay with me a little while;
speak wise and lovely dreams.
02/15/2016
Contest: Loveliness Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2016
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