Lillian, Gift Tied With a Bow

Her eyes arrest me,
Hold me
Soft brown,
Kind yet piercing.
Make me wish I knew her thoughts.
What she must know! 

Her mouth
Tipsied by time
Sweet and smiling
Judging by lines 
That smile was frequent – Cardinals
Perch on a happy heart.

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