Fortunes Fate by BbygirlJes

Hair as soft as the harvest wheat...
brush it from your cheek.

Eyes that sparkle like the dew
on the clover's leaf.

Lips like the berry: full, red and sweet...
longing for love's first taste.

Skin smooth as the peach blossom-
needing sun's warmth.

Voice makes the song birds turn in shame,
words- music to my ears.

Touched by love's gentle good grace,
I shudder, at my fortune's fate.