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Red Hot Smriti
Through my mind she runs, forever tireless,
this amazingly beautiful Indian Princess,
her words to my eyes, such a temptress,
the way she portrays the world and it's tenderness,
whatever she does never fails to impress!
She's in my mind and she sees my heart,
distance is the shame between us, we're half the world apart.
The pictures she paints of the world she sees,
her beauty and smile, i'm weak at the knees.
The emotions that spring from her words of rhyme,
keep me enthralled time after time.
The joy she emits from her timeless soul,
the light that she spreads could kill a black hole.
In a beauty contest they'd all say 'She beat me'
and point cattily at the gorgeous Smriti? Xx
P.s spelling your name right makes it so much harder to rhyme with!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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John-Ovan.P. Hull
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