Your hair full of curls
Sends me in twirls,
For your dark rings of fire
Make me inquire,
How do you make them so?
Velvet charms shimmer and glow,
Upon your façade
I’d want to parade
You; up and down streets
Show everybody your feats,
Of marvelous cadence
All the while you sit in pretense,
Of meek humility,
But that’s your innate ability
To draw crowds from the throngs,
To sing of you songs
Of utter amazement,
Until they reach derangement
As I have up until now,
Delirious sweat on my brow
Eternal admiration of you,
As I gaze at the beautiful view...
© okpoet
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Your hair full of curls
Sends me in twirls,
For your dark rings of fire
Make me inquire,
How do you make them so?
Velvet charms shimmer and glow,
Upon your façade
I’d want to parade
You; up and down streets
Show everybody your feats,
Of marvelous cadence
All the while you sit in pretense,
Of meek humility,
But that’s your innate ability
To draw crowds from the throngs,
To sing of you songs
Of utter amazement,
Until they reach derangement
As I have up until now,
Delirious sweat on my brow
Eternal admiration of you,
As I gaze at the beautiful view...
© okpoet
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