The way you walk is an art form Aphrodite could not master.
The way you talk is supernatural, it causes natural disasters.
The way you breathe is enchanting and it gathers on cloud nine.
When people need miracles that's what they go to find.
And if you asked me who it is that I admire most,
The answer is my mother, the host of heavenly hosts.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
