O, beauty!
To possess such grace
With angelic face
Driving all men in a daze
The women want a taste
Dare I say I didn’t admire her
For such traits
Tenderness in her strength
Patience in her hope hung
Her touch created to amend
And her bravery unsung
All is conquered
Without bad deeds
But most of them bleed
Those blood weren’t wasted
For every blood spilled by her blade
Is owned by the crooked
O, dauntless!
Yet gentle in every touch
I’ve never encountered a creature as such
To be loved by her
No greatest man have that much
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC
O, beauty!
To possess such grace
With angelic face
Driving all men in a daze
The women want a taste
Dare I say I didn’t admire her
For such traits
Tenderness in her strength
Patience in her hope hung
Her touch created to amend
And her bravery unsung
All is conquered
Without bad deeds
But most of them bleed
Those blood weren’t wasted
For every blood spilled by her blade
Is owned by the crooked
O, dauntless!
Yet gentle in every touch
I’ve never encountered a creature as such
To be loved by her
No greatest man have that much
