Sunset beside the river, in summer.

I would trade my finest charms
for one more evening in your arms,
whose strength, and curve envelop me,
which gather soft, and tenderly.
I’d sell each lock of long grown hair
to simply lay beside you, dear,
to gaze once more at timid eyes,
at my own reflection, undisguised.
Each skirt, and heel, and sordid dress
I would betroth to trash, no less,
they matter not, and matter less,
for your sweet touch, still clothes me best;
no more, no more, no more of them
who toy and dart away
my deepest love for you to keep
I freely give today.