If you passed her in your city
You would call her badly dressed,
But the faded homespun covers
Such a heart in such a breast!
True, her rosy face is freckled
By the sun's abundant flame,
But she's mine with all her failings,
And I love her just the same.
If her hands are red they grapple
To my hands with splendid strength,
For she's mine, all mine's the beauty
Of her straight and lovely length!
True, her hose be think and homely
And her speech is homely, too;
But she's mine! her rarest charm is
She's for me, and not for you!
My Country Love
Norman Rowland Gale
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Poem topics: I love you, beauty, city, heart, red, strength, sun, speech, face, straight, flame, charm, love, true, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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