Midnight Pearl

Marilyn wore a pretty pearl of yellowish white on her golden necklace, which had an alluring shine, anytime she was in the mood for a kiss and an embrace; I constantly doubted her honesty from her unconvincing face. It was a clear midnight and that pearl resembled a small moon anyone wanted to own; I touched and felt its charm giving it another frown, but unknowingly, I seemed to have broken the mystical spell. No longer she desired those kissess she thought were " Sweet and wild "... but she suddenly ran in shame as someone who had lost all pride; oh, the blame was on me for having touched it and fantasized! Yes, untrue love has its prize: a shattered dream never realized! Beautiful Marilyn, are you wearing the same pearl to attract another guy and make him taste Heaven with flames of Hell? I would cover your bed with roses and rubies, if you threw away the pearl that enchanted me with your spell and made me lose you on a lovely night!