i gazed at her, gazed and pondered,
for in her, i saw beauty
narseen her name i saw, like a label on her forhead, for all to read
an old book i read, speaking of a man called mark
the resemblence overwhelming
back to that beauty with the red dress, her innocence unknown to her
her love known to many
herself known to non
so indeed i know her, indeed i dont
like a face, i know the one she potrays
like a stranger, i know not her faces
so my children, glued to the face i potray
don't stare too long for gold can make one mad
so my children, glued to the face mark potrays,
don't stare too long less a mark gets stuck on your heads
nature, my provider, nature my love, i want your mark on my head
like naboth and the vine yard
©rabi
R