6-14-13

6-14-13 Emblazoned by her allure, Enchanted by her change, the stir; With many ingredients combined, After a five course meal I've dined; Many tastes of her to crunch, During this many varied lunch; Her voluptuous figure, stunning to gawk, but there's more, More to consider, to think about, to look for; When I find what I need, Whether on foot or on steed; On rocks that climb to the top, Hoping she won't collapse and drop; And fall off the mountain from which she came, To lose sight of her goal, her ultimate aim; Her exquisiteness can not be equaled, Her skin, not sallow nor pallid; The way the ball on her nose juts out, Resembles a cute, little button nose, nothing to whine about; To stop, to freeze, not possible, The way her vision inside, makes hot cinders feasible; To melt the ice that was created, To turn it to water by the One who was exalted; The end as come, the completion is near, She makes sense to me, this is very clear; To act together, to be one, She is no joke, she is no pun. 6-14-13