I wondered at first if they were real,
I turned down your invitation to feel,
The dark brown locks that cover your head,
But I decided to hold your hand instead.
Then when my hands finally made their way
towards your face
Framed by this hair, my fingers became jealous
Of each lucky strand, that surround your face,
Being temporarily held by my hand
you tilted your head, we shared a kiss,
As each lock seemed to share in this warm bliss.
Your locks gently formed a pyramid around our faces
As we enjoyed the good feeling of our embraces.
I gently pushed your locks aside, but quickly they returned
Returned to the face they've grown to love
Hair......long, interlocked, but definitely free
Hair that's proud to be
Hair......Strong, but soft
My finger tips envy your crowning glory!