Strand

How perfectly her curl of hair

Spirals down, as light as air

Sways and twirls while hung in place

And brings to life her lovely face

Exquisite when, struck by surprise

Her eyebrows furrow, twist and rise

Briefest tickling on the nose

Sends it crinkling-- there it goes

Sometimes, when she's lying there

I'll sweep away that wayward hair

And hear her gently whispered coo,

"Thank you, darling... love you too."

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- J.