Beauty Curse

Itoro, most gorgeous of all Blonde long hair, dropped through spinal Brown bulgy pupil, her stare is a call Ruby tender lips, her word is final. Men craved for her pleasantry, Her aura makes the devious act honest Elegance conceals her peasantry, Dressed in a golden smile like a goddess. Itoro longed to fall in love someday But men dreaded her brilliant looks Around her they flocked all day Yet no appetite to eat what her heart cooks. A too-good-to-be-true kind of lady Every man’s dream, no man’s reality A beauty admired daily, Yet a friendly hostility. Itoro’s beauty was an exquisite curse, Robbed her of her secret desire Her goodness earned a wicked purse Wishing to be born again, she needs a love-messiah.