She was new to our school,
Coming from a distinct place.
There was something royal about her,
A beautiful testament to her grace.
With fire kissed red hair and a pink shade on her skin,
She looked ever so flawless,
That calling her a goddess, wouldn't be a sin.
With green eyes like emerald,
She was a majestic sight to behold.
So elegant and gorgeous,
Hiding stories untold.
There was a divine aura her presence,
As if brought up from fairytale.
She was a beauty so rare,
That I was amazed by every little detail.
Her charm was beyond limits,
And I was her, innocent lover.
She was so lovely,
That I wanted to win her over.
And so, I wrote her a love letter,
Telling her how beautiful she was.
With trembling hands, I handed her the folded paper,
While my heart kept beating, like a buzz.
When she read the letter,
Her cheeks turned into a shade of rose,
And in her emerald eyes, a spark arose.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
