I did, I combed her hair today
It began not knowing what she’d say
That nymphite thing she simply said
“Yes” and just like that sat on the bed
Her auburn hair it fell in waves
From that gorgeous head and cheeky smile
It fell in wavelets for a mile
Almost to her knees
“I’d love to comb your hair?”,I’d implore
She never had said yes before.
Like the combing of a gossamer tress
Streamlike tumbling over flowered dress
It almost reached the floor
Fountain like it poured on down
To sheening ends from fairy crown
In it I could swim and drown
In this river of delight
The joy of it you’d never guess
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  And all because she’d answered yes.