It was a Merry-go-ish when I wrote for goddess
An A.B.C Montessori when I painted for Kings
I did greater than the honourable Author of Psalms when I wrote for David
Slaughterer of Goliath, the beloved of the yahweh
My diction sublimes at the gaze of your gait
My pun, vapourized at the thought of your trait
A blonde is best honoured with a long whitish strings of hair
To an African Jewel Jezzy a short shinning black hairs in rare
Which glitter like the flashes of cameras from spectators watching El Classico
Situated on d head like a bed of Roses
A gaze at the paradise still remains an imagination
The reality of it is the picture your face renders at every caption
Well set eyeballs like a black shinning button on a white Teddy bear
Perfectly structured nose, an opening to a gold-cafe
It still baffles me if God really did pain you with a neutral Emulsion glossy paint
Because if the blind calmly stare at it
Clearly will his posture be read, ready to be painted
Discussing the movie that is run in the mystery entailed in your lips
Let's just say its a gaze at the sky that is filled with tulips
Enclosing a set of teeth that looks just like a podium designed with mountain of snow
Which at every smile, causes the audiences' heart to blow
At every picture you take
Causes the saddened hearts a re-make
Go through the cardinal points
See the way Ocean of crowds cluster. to make your feet a joint
Appraisal of your beauty is too 'Waowy' to be written as a Bible
I'm a rude lad though, kindly manage this nonsense from the heart that is liable.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
It was a Merry-go-ish when I wrote for goddess
An A.B.C Montessori when I painted for Kings
I did greater than the honourable Author of Psalms when I wrote for David
Slaughterer of Goliath, the beloved of the yahweh
My diction sublimes at the gaze of your gait
My pun, vapourized at the thought of your trait
A blonde is best honoured with a long whitish strings of hair
To an African Jewel Jezzy a short shinning black hairs in rare
Which glitter like the flashes of cameras from spectators watching El Classico
Situated on d head like a bed of Roses
A gaze at the paradise still remains an imagination
The reality of it is the picture your face renders at every caption
Well set eyeballs like a black shinning button on a white Teddy bear
Perfectly structured nose, an opening to a gold-cafe
It still baffles me if God really did pain you with a neutral Emulsion glossy paint
Because if the blind calmly stare at it
Clearly will his posture be read, ready to be painted
Discussing the movie that is run in the mystery entailed in your lips
Let's just say its a gaze at the sky that is filled with tulips
Enclosing a set of teeth that looks just like a podium designed with mountain of snow
Which at every smile, causes the audiences' heart to blow
At every picture you take
Causes the saddened hearts a re-make
Go through the cardinal points
See the way Ocean of crowds cluster. to make your feet a joint
Appraisal of your beauty is too 'Waowy' to be written as a Bible
I'm a rude lad though, kindly manage this nonsense from the heart that is liable.
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