Captive

Wind-tossed hair with hidden fires,
Sparkling eyes like blue sapphires,
And rosebud mouth that now conspires
To shape his soul to her desires!

Her sunny smile encharms his glance,
Her eyes with daring mischief dance,
He stands bewitched, and in a trance,
A victim sad, of circumstance.

Before this fairy, magic-clad,
He bows with thoughts confused and sad.
He's just a simple country lad
Before a perfect tooth-paste ad!

VERA M. THOMPSON.