She was beautiful enough to get me under her spell,
She was beautiful and tough, caught me right when I fell,
She was beautiful enough to have me smile while she screamed,
But she was only so rough until you pass how she seemed.
She was bravely enough to get me out of the bold,
Her eyes held a mystery, her stories untold,
Her humblest servant, lay I beneath her hold,
For, I know, beneath the thunder lays a heart made of gold.
She was fearless enough to let me pass her with pride,
She was tearless enough to let her emotions all die,
She was strangely enough to get me weak on my knees,
Begging her to stay, to do whatever she please.
Yet, I wasn't enough, I just wasn't, was I?
For, all I could do was the best I could try,
And she was enough to get anyone she wanted,
So with him she rode off, brave and undaunted.
So lay now I here broken, chanting her ballad,
So late - For, in fear, I lost chances I had,
But she was beautiful enough to claim my heart as her own.
She was beautiful and tough, held it forever in her hold.
For, I know, I just know, that no other one can be,
As flawless in honour, as beautiful as she,
They'll try and they'll try but never will they reach,
For, that kind if beauty can only be preached.
-Aneesha
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Poezja[COMPLETED] Highest rank - #31 in Poetry (10th October, 2016) Poems. Some, outcomes of our vurnerable past. Some, results of our imperfect present. Others, products of our boundless imagination. Mine? Here they are. ***
