The sculptor's regret - Poetry by IliteratePoet on www.totalartsoul.com

She was almost nearly there
<br />her pursed lips and wry smile
<br />her grace and slender style
<br />she was almost nearly there
<br />Her prominent cheeks, her sensual frown
<br />She was almost nearly there
<br />Her soft gentle eyes her lids hiding lies
<br />and she was, oh so nearly there.
<br />It was her chin that failed to win me over
<br />and as I tried to slice her guise
<br />Her form was forever lost.
<br />She was almost nearly here. . .