Your lips is very tender
and soft like a single white
dazzled feather to be, her
pale naked face truly
smooth like a whip cream
of lemons and cherries
together, her eyes her
hair was so bright and young
indeed of brown color, her
hands her feet her precious
legs, her uproarious arms,
her long easy going neck
are the kissable and
tickling tree branches charmingly
and stall, her heart is
growing and blossomed of her
own classical chest
within, her love her passion her
beauteous was even
stronger then a single root or a
single boot, she dance
like a wind of flowers daisies
Daffodils, the red
strawberry wine and flavored rose
was everywhere in the mix,
her spirit and her soul
very decent and wise, when
she sings a lovely song
in the echoing air and
wind as a blue hazel nut bird
of fate, her words was
very deep like the river down
stream and stream, what a
dream come true
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-6-15
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