Tangled Hair And Twine Poem by Dustin Lambert

She gifted me a lock, of her tangled hair wrapped in twine.
'Twas to mark the pages, in the books I read or write rhyme.
In the night, to my face, I hold her twine and tangled hair.
With my eyes closed, I can smell the sweet Balkan air.
Verse upon verse, I ink my rhyme through the pages.
Song upon song, of how I will love her through the ages.
Surely never again, will I meet a lady of her kind.
I will always keep close, her tangled hair wrapped in twine.