So, it happened to be that on a rainy evening prep,
I sat without vigour, a smile or pep—
And upon stumbling on the definition of beauty in my mind's dictionary,
She walked in and once again—my guards went down automatically as though her beauty was illusionary.
I was going to turn around and read—
Yet, I stopped dead cold in my tracks!
My spine tingled and tickled but my definition became less and less sooty,
You may ask why? Well looking up,
I realized standing before me was the definition of beauty!
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
