SHE

Hey! Dazzling hazelnut eyed bard,
Don’t thee heed her crimson kisses,
Which she yearns from years in her dream.

Behold her white fluffy pinkish visage,
Glowing in simmering desire to keep thee locked in her embrace,
Her lips tremble, eyes dripping and fingers dancing,
As she trying to hold thy lovely phantom.

O’ How she forget thy callousness,
Thou labeled her filthy dirt and wrinkled paper,
As she is other dictated by thy terms,
Hark! Ye venomous lout.

She is thy saviour and thy shield,
As HE made her love and grace,
Showering she alike upon her foes and pals,
As it’s her beauty and her creator’s trait.