She was pretty,
–Unconventionally.
She was an evening dress.
Red lipstick,
By the poolside.
She was a warm hug,
Served with a side of her smile.
She was the home for the man she adored,
The chicken noodle soup on a cold day.
She was everything to everyone,
But still held in the hands of love,
Fitted curve to curve.
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 11:07 AM UTC
She was pretty,
–Unconventionally.
She was an evening dress.
Red lipstick,
By the poolside.
She was a warm hug,
Served with a side of her smile.
She was the home for the man she adored,
The chicken noodle soup on a cold day.
She was everything to everyone,
But still held in the hands of love,
Fitted curve to curve.