She walks with grace, a gentle sway
Her smile, a beam of light each day
Her eyes, like stars, twinkle bright
A beauty, that shines both day and night.
Her voice, like music to the ear
So sweet and kind, so free from fear
A spirit, wild and free and bold
Her laughter, ringing young and old.
Her hair, a mane of gold and flame
A crown, that speaks her beauty's claim
Her form, a goddess in repose
A figure, that leaves us all aglow.
She's more than just a pretty face
Her heart, a treasure to embrace
A soul, so pure, so kind and true
An attractive girl, I am in love with you.
About the Creator
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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