The Nose

The Nose

A Poem by Gary McDonald

Why do men never speak of the nose
I ask myself, as she does smile
a slender slither of the smoothest skin
that secludes the eye and shadows the smile
the central feature of beauty's design
my eyes never leave, lest they not find

To describe her nose without its sneeze
would be to see a rose without its petals
for when that wrinkle grabs her cheek
and her mouth does escape a little squeak
my ears and eyes and all that binds them
do shiver when her nose's warmth does find them.

© 2009 Gary McDonald

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You are the see the beauty in a love's crinkled nose..
if you notice things like that, you will indeed be a well loved man.
Nicely written:)

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Added on December 27, 2009
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Gary McDonald
Gary McDonald

Crawley, West-Sussex, United Kingdom

Do not love for the love of another, nor seek the sights already sought, live for the lives of the many, and your days will in time be taught. Gary I'll be swinging in from time to time, but.. more..