Pop the Question
Your eyes shine like diamonds
your teeth gleam like pearls
Your nose so refined
your hair graced with curls
I love your soft skin
and the silky shape it's in
So, darling, it's time to pop the question ~
Why's your breath scare me to death?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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