She's got a trademark starstruck gaze,
Being born to amaze
- a single look, a single smile
Sets others' hearts ablaze.
Eyes bluer than a morning sky,
Yet they still sparkle, never dry.
Are those tears, or a real-life charm?
No one's ever told the truth, yet years pass by.
The speech of a sprite under a spell,
She seems to know but never does tell
Any of the truths she keeps up her sleeves.
- Isabella, a foreign heart, I wish you well.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
ПоэзияA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
