Joseph Seamon Cotter - Looking at a Portrait

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O why are there eyes like these, That sparkle and dapple and tease, So wide with the morning, so deep with the night, Dancing and gleaming in passioned delight? O why are there eyes like these? O why are there lips like these? Caressed by the southern breeze, That beckon and call and hold a slave All who therewith each soul-cry leave? O why are there lips like these? O why are there arms like these? That crumple and crush as they please A weak man's heart, and in their embrace Bring a glow of red to a strong man's face? O why are there arms like these? Joseph Seamon Cotter poemhunter.com/poem/looking-at-a-portrait/