Lady in mauve

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Mauve.....a poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

To see all of the poem go here
poemhunter.com/poem/mauve

She was sitting there on the porch steps
Reminiscing kisses and french crepes
When love knocked on my jaded door
As her Amish headdress flew high above the varnished floor

She is Mauve, always in her pale violet sundresses
With blossoming lavenders sprinkled on her tresses
With a skipping gait and magnetizing stare
As to the gods I parted with a thanksgiving prayer