She Walks In Beauty
the eyes of an angle
the smell of scented roses
the strut of a diva
beauty is her desire
to cast away stress
to always look her best
always captivated attention where's she goes
eyes pausing, and lounges dropping at the sight of her
ones beauty is the affection of an image
just a dreamlike fairytale
the queen of beauty
she strikes with gods perfection of pure beauty
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