She's All That
Her smile is as wide as the vast green fields,
Yet when she pouts, you act on yield.
Her laughter echoes through the wilderness,
Yet she weeps like a lost cattle in the forest.
Her eyes can compare to the sparkle of a Gemini,
Yet, just like the ocean, her tears never run dry.
Her fragrance is as intoxicating as colitas,
Yet she whines every time she cleans up.
Her embrace is a never-ending spring of warmth,
Yet her arms are clueless of loose and tight.
Her hair locks are flawlessly twirling,
Yet she is a bit spoiled to do the combing.
Her cheeks are scarlet rays during sunrise,
Yet she turns a shade darker under the moonlight.
Her lips are molded from peach-like cherry puffs,
Yet she mouths unfiltered filth and huffs.
Her voice is as soothing as eucalyptus oil,
Yet she growls like a tigress in toil.
Her hands can cure with one caress,
Yet she bounds a spell at her fingertips.
She can be the most hilarious joke you hear,
Yet she is dressed as an unsettling opinion in sheer.
She is the full stop at every train of thought;
She is a bird of paradise terribly sought.
She is an exquisite gem among the orbs;
She is a golden siren with a price of salt.
She is the gist of all the legends and the myths;
She is a Geisha who flocks from West to East.
She is the want and the need;
She is the meanest, to say the least.
She is the unsolicited truth that succumbs from a cob of lies;
She is the was, the is, and the soon-to-be.
She is all that,
And all she will ever be.
June 3, 2024
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Pieces of Peace
PoetryThere are collections of poems that I've written for years. Some are for academic purposes, but most of them are dedicated to the special people in my life.
