Her Lovely Feet Poem by James McLain

In whispers soft, a tale I weave,
Of her lovely feet, I do believe.
Graceful dancers upon the ground,
Delicate steps, like whispers found.

Each toe a petal, dainty and fair,
As if they dance on the summer air.
Beneath the moon's gentle caress,
They glide in elegance, a sight to bless.

Her footsteps create a tender song,
Melodies of beauty, sweet and strong.
A dance of love, a gentle sway,
Her feet enchant, night and day.

With every step, the world takes heed,
For her lovely feet, a sacred creed.
They leave an imprint, ever so light,
A trail of wonder, in morning's light.

Oh, how I adore her feet divine,
Their beauty, a treasure, so sublime.
In my heart, their memory will stay,
As I bow to her lovely feet, I pray.