Sweet and colorful is what you are.

Your mind like a maze and your heart like a jewel.

Your lips are sweet as strawberries and your smile is as beautiful as a sunset, Your skin is as white as snow and as soft as silk.

You are more beautiful than anything in the seven seas.

Your eyes are full of Fire more fire than a phoenix and in my eyes you are perfection. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Conch shells are true jewels of the sea. Whenever you take a conch shell with you.

You are taking a part of the ocean with you and every time you put it up to your ear, you can hear the song of the sea that moves our soul's like the moon moves the ocean.  Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

I called up my doctor and said dear doctor I got up and bump my head and I think am dead or crazy in the mind and I can't seem to stop my rhymes.

What do I do all I got is time.

So give me a shot in the brain and I'll be as right as rain. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

When I am frustrated or upset because I cannot solve a problem sometimes I scream to the top of my lungs to let the frustration out.

Some can even say it sounds like a banshee screeching and no one knows the instant relief I feel after I have screamed my heart out.

It feels like the frustration that was drowning me is gone and I can breathe once more. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Seeing the Eiffel Tower to scuba diving the Great Barrier Reef and walking the very land's my ancestors came from Ireland, Scotland, Germany so I can feel what they felt as I walk in their shoes those are dream's of mine that I wish to make come true. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Cherry blossoms are beautiful and bright. They fill you with joy and childlike Wonder.

It looks like pink and white beautiful snow as they fall and dance around you. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

She has eyes that can see the good or the evil in people.

They are so intense they look into your very soul.

Her emotions are like a raging Storm That Never Calms.

Her heart is made out of gold.

She's sweet and loving when she wants to be but it's so hard to find her heart she locked it away.  

Like a hidden treasure buried on a Mysterious Island.

She speaks in rhyme because poetry is her true language.

Her hair as black as night. Her eyes are as green as the forest, her lips are shaped like a little heart, beautiful and soft to the touch.

And she can say a thousand word's with just one glance.

And her wild emotion's are controlled by the moon like it control's the tide's.

She wears her heart on her sleeve's so she's easily hurt.

And she could feel the world's emotions with her soul that shines so bright. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale