Her eyes are browm of bark on an oak tree.
Her hair is black as night but mystical like a winter snowfall.
Her touch as soft as cotton, yet strong like that of tree branch.
Her smile shows the world, beauty, love and youth.
Her voice is calm like the wind rustling through trees in autumn.
Society makes your dream girl to be fit, size two, with nice legs and big breasts.
This is not what are minds should be fooled on, but we should look to small qualities that never die off.
- Samuel
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Brown Eyes
PoetryWords typed to show my view on life, love, youth and other thoughts that you might find crazy, too mystical and cheesy.
