Lucky Eight - Not For Contest
"Lucky Eight"
If it were not for the Pulchritude of her face
I would not have known that she was a Paragon of His Grace
Her frame had Charisma like I have never seen before
And after one conversation, I had so much more to Adore
But then I look at my phone, it's a quarter after Eight
Now I feel the Discomfort of forgetting my blind date
And then alas, a Revelation and it was just so amazing
The blind date must wait for this new trail is Blazing
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.