Perfect Is Her Name
The sun is jealous,because she is hot
her face is smooth,it got no spot
for beauty she a goddess,and here is her salute
her voice so soft,like that of a flute
She walks like a queen,making the world stand still
even if a crime, for her a glance you would steal
because giving a warm smile,to her is like a skill
and thou an amateur,the game she know how to kill
PERFECT is her name,because with no make up she looks the same
i swear i would be a poacher,if she were a game
shooting her with my romantic arrow,would be my aim
and if my future was to be bright,she would be my dream
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