A Comlextion

To see a face without sounding a word a female form covered for all?

A complexion I see to please
Gladdens the heart her tease
could we ever, the two of us
maybe, partake of tea
To Cornwall, for their famous
clotted cream

Should we go to the dales
Dip our toes in a stream
Or even to Cheddar Gorge
A glass of their wonderful Mead

Her hair a crown fit for a queen

Colours of nature, we love, adore

Could we ever or never walk
through her door

Do you see her smile
She’s so not a bore

Eye’s that shine- glitter, sparkle
I’d like to see more

Alas the sweet looking lass
Surely one is made of glass
Handle with great care

Just like a tree one see’s the bark
Inside, it’s not dark, alive with rings
It tells its age just like our forms
We don’t give a damn �" madam