So frail, so delicate,
Like a perishable rose petal,
So sweet like the honeysuckle that blooms in the dim dawn of day,
Like the dreamy jasmine that also allures you at the peak of the night,
Her physique so feminine,
It makes a man's heart pound,
Jehovah has blessed humanity with a goddess among beasts,
Lips red like the raspberry of the early morning harvest,
Skin tanned between black and brown;
An olive grace I would perceive,
A flawless appeal to the staring of the eyes,
A natural beguile due to her talk, her walk; her genuinity,
Oh, how strange that you, without notice, needs her!
She loves you too, But shy she is, too shy and so afraid to love,
She is nothing but a baby still seeking the milk from her mother's breast,
But deep down she knows your the fuel to her every heart beat,
The image that she wakes up to and goes to bed with everyday,
You both know that you are a match made in heaven;
Your diverging paths always meet,
So when will this secret be expressed?
When will you know for sure?
You both are caught up in a love-hate relationship,
Funny how love is so strange.
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Strange Love
PoetrySo frail, so delicate, Like a perishable rose petal, So sweet like the honeysuckle that blooms in the dim dawn of day, Like the dreamy jasmine that also allures you at the peak of the night, Her physique so feminine, It makes a man's heart pound, J...
