I hope you enjoy my original poetry and music. Thank you for respecting my copyright.
©1996 Shawn Kendrick Hall
You look upon a lady and you see all that she is
her eyes are glowing madly and her beauty's all the rare
her eyes, her lips, her chin and cheeks, her chest and whats behind
but i must say what keeps me fast is nothing more than hair
long and flowing perfect in tassels and in bows
brown and red and golden, and anything you please
and black would be the greatest, if her hair was to her knees
and nothing else could matter, in beautys eyes behold
her hair is where she's goergeous, let nothing else be told
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