Scrupulous Three

The freckles on your face,

persuades me to embrace

and shower you with grace.

Your love I can trace

so fragile like a dace,

sometimes I’ll be askance.

.

Let down your hair.

In you I despair.

Can’t undo, can’t repair

despite baring flair.

My heart it’s been impair

Forsaking the lonesome glair.

.

With an eye to charm,

the cat eye could harm.

Turning one lukewarm

dispersing a swarm,

but do not alarm

for her heart’s warm.