Her face; like the moon, a golden summer hue But I prefer her dressed in blues Like ocean waves; or Stevie Ray π΅πΆπ·π, πΌβπ ππ ππ ππΆπ
Her body; like a plume, of feathered emeralds Elegant, and gentle Like cursive script; or a wind-swept kiss π΅πΆπ·π, πΎπβπ ππππ πππ πΌ ππΎππ
Her soul; like a treasure trove, of good intentions And one too many exceptions Like one more last dance; or shotgun romance π΅πΆπ·π, πΌ πΉππβπ πΉππππππ πΆ πππΈπππΉ πΈπ½πΆππΈπ