She saunters down the catwalk
clad in a dress of the finest rose felt;
in the throes of her sheer brilliancy,
stages start to shimmer and the crowds begin to melt.
A raw uncut diamond, glinting,
stood out against a line of glamorised crows;
through the transparency of make-up,
her natural beauty still sparkles and shows.
Yes she's stunning, that's how she caught my eye -
but loving someone solely on looks
is like playing Russian roulette with a broken lie,
it was that little flutter in my chest
that made her the girl I eventually chose -
her beauty blooms from deep within,
a purity of such embellished upon the petals of a Rose.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
She saunters down the catwalk
clad in a dress of the finest rose felt;
in the throes of her sheer brilliancy,
stages start to shimmer and the crowds begin to melt.
A raw uncut diamond, glinting,
stood out against a line of glamorised crows;
through the transparency of make-up,
her natural beauty still sparkles and shows.
Yes she's stunning, that's how she caught my eye -
but loving someone solely on looks
is like playing Russian roulette with a broken lie,
it was that little flutter in my chest
that made her the girl I eventually chose -
her beauty blooms from deep within,
a purity of such embellished upon the petals of a Rose.
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