The bright eyes of a queen
A captivating smile like nothing I've ever seen
Lips that are glistening
A lovely voice worth listening
Your body is a garden
Two young roses that are twins
The curves begin to sharpen
Follow the curves
This rose is most delicate
I have to be affectionate
The tree of life
Your storys carved into the bark right next to the roses
I hope that book never closes
The peach is in the back but never is it last
I hope you read this in the mirror
And your insecurities are surpassed