Do you see her beyond her luscious lips,
the enigmatic eyes or her curvy hips?
Do you know her beyond your fluttering touch,
her preferred dress, or what makes her blush?
Do you judge her for her childlike tantrums,
the sudden imposing, or a sense of what she learnt?
Do you assure, while she's battling her insecurities,
to stand by her through all those adversities?
Do you tell her, when she's an absolute mess,
that she's perfect
(way much more and certainly no less)?
YOU ARE READING
Words From The Infinity...
PoesiaBeyond description beautiful she moves Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves...
