9-5-13
An ogling of her scent, befuddling,
The sight of her voice, quite troubling;
The sound her eyes make, leaves me perplexed,
Her mythical touch left me vexed;
Her skillful beauty, stunning any day,
When I sensed her, it was not in the normal way;
To describe her, simply impossible,
Too many great qualities, solely irristible;
There are no sketches as lovey to illustrate,
The celebrated features, she holds innate.
9-5-13
Copyright © Shan Omeara | Year Posted 2013
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