Hair Beware

Well its true, or at least partially true. I did marry her because of her lovely hair. It danced, shimmered and had a life of its own. Sigh

I looked at her while she combed her hair
and it fell in such shimmering waves
I was sorely tempted to hug her tight
Oh, but she told me to "behave"

These simple preening gestures
make her quite irrestible to me
I just watch in mute admiration
while she taps her foot impatiently

The lady doth look so divine
if she'd only let down her hair
Alas, t'is always in an unflattering roll
Its unmanageable otherwise - she declared

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