She is human, a flawed being
which is inclined to make alot
of mistakes, her cravings incite
her to act so often out of place,
she feels insecure at times too
and tends to look in a mirror for
errors to ensure she's presentable.

Her persona isn't a mystical fairy
embodiment your wishes make,
nor are her dimples snow flakes
drowning sincerity with embrace
which easily make man gravitate.

She is trauma filled to an extent,
seeping in sorrow few relate to,
those curves she carries around
may not even appear as tasteful
but the ***** she has pumping
blood through her veins is worth
more than what an oyster creates.

There's an aura about you which at first glance appears to be quite powerful, so brilliant but broken... Those shards are like pearls scattered across a shore, something incredibly alluring and still only produced through extreme pain, the oysters are yours. Clammed to protect that much valued jewel, few may understand those scars to your beautiful.

And Then I Met Her

It was our first meet
When i saw her
My heart skipped a beat

I was on one side of the road
And She on the other
Everything was in my favor
and yes that weather.

As, i got close to her She got blushed.
Her cheeks turned red as Petals of a flower.
Her relishing antics, her blushing cheeks
And her cute expression.
I couldn't take my eyes off for the session.

She drove me crazy
She was looking beautiful like daisy.

Starring at each other's eyes was making a beautiful sound.
And made me feel as if there was no one around.

The way she put her hand on the chin.
I'm falling fa you, i said with a grin.

I noticed that smile on her face.
And i was thinking her to embrace.

She's an Ocean, her eyes deep sea-blue
I failed reading those as she left no clue.