Annabelles Charm

In an urban street I met a girl her name was Annabelle, she was alone a jolly soul with a happy tale to tell. She stood so tall a precious pearl with a hat of golden locks, her eyes were blue with many hue just like a marble rock. There was no girl lovely and fair than sweet Annabelle, she lived in peace in modern Greece on the side of a rocky hill. Beware, a voice did say, of Annabelles stylish charm, she’ll take your breath away but cause your heart no harm. In search of fame she felt a flame burning in her heart, her golden voice gave me no choice but to love her from the start. Her voice was sweet and soft as tunes from a golden harp, her notes were high in pitch where symbols marked are sharp. She sang with love and passion waving her gentle hand, as music softly floated around her place of stand. Her rhyming words were touching and moved a solid heart, her matching looks were stunning, an endless piece of art. Saleh Ben Saleh