She had blue, angelic eyes
The sweetest smile
An alluring, sexy voice
He fell hard and fast
As if wooed by a siren
Taken captive
By her charms
Proposed to her
The next day
A year later
Dead husband
Number 3.
Bob Boyd
Writing free verse poetry
She had blue, angelic eyes
The sweetest smile
An alluring, sexy voice
He fell hard and fast
As if wooed by a siren
Taken captive
By her charms
Proposed to her
The next day
A year later
Dead husband
Number 3.
Bob Boyd