An Ode to Ginny
She sits by the lake,
a vision in green.
Her hair, so red,
Shining and flowing in the sun's glow.
She laughs,
so sweet.
Tucks her hair away,
out of the gentle breeze.
And she looks
her look of love.
I whisper her name,
she starts as if she hears, but brushes it away
Because she has,
everything she wishes for.
As she gives her kiss,
to another man, not me.