The face that launched a thousand ships,
I wonder if she had your lips,
I wonder if her kiss was gold
and who listened to her stories told,
I wonder whom she deeply loved
and whose tired shoulders she may have rubbed,
I wonder who watched her comb her hair
and whether or not she minded their stare,
I wonder how beautiful she looked in her clothes
and how many if anybody truly knows,
I wonder what secrets she kept in her heart
that set her so many miles apart,
I wonder if it was possible to possess such a thing
or how it might sound when heaven's angels sing.
I wonder if she had your lips,
I wonder if her kiss was gold
and who listened to her stories told,
I wonder whom she deeply loved
and whose tired shoulders she may have rubbed,
I wonder who watched her comb her hair
and whether or not she minded their stare,
I wonder how beautiful she looked in her clothes
and how many if anybody truly knows,
I wonder what secrets she kept in her heart
that set her so many miles apart,
I wonder if it was possible to possess such a thing
or how it might sound when heaven's angels sing.
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| Michelle Borth |