Starved of such beauty was I,
Oh those lips so red,
like freshly painted roses,
skin softy blissful like the peach,
enchanting hair forged from heavens garden’s,
like a perfect fingerprint both rare and unique,
the warmth of her eye’s so absorbing,
my soul has been soaked up and my body dumbfounded,
she moves in harmony among life,
life that is immortality, been but not forgotten,
I’m the eye that beholds her,
but this most certain and obvious beauty,
I wonder why the sky of my heart turns so gray without the sunshine of her smile,
how foolish would I be to approach her ?
my pen leaves this page loving life.














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