I received her phone call out of the blue,
I felt I have encountered my poem.
I wished nothing bad happens to her,
When I looked at her first time.
When she is with me,
All of her is there.
She walks like a young antelope,
Standing up it’s like a snake uncoiled,
She is nothing but a ballerina,
Somnambulist walking around.
She wears the most beautiful mouth ever,
Conveying sex appeal with just one feature.
Nevertheless she makes it amusing,
Her looks make her living in teens.
Practicing calisthenics of body and mind,
She shuns alcohol, meat and smoking.
When she departs to be with her dear ones,
I won’t say goodbye to her,
As she is there in a niche of my heart.
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Second Placement
Contest: The life of a ficticious person
Categories:
callisthenic, love,
Form: Lyric