Poetry: She...

She was not Beautiful,

Not particularly,

But she caught my attention,

Rather splendidly.

Her eyes were some shade of brown,

And though she didn't have a crown

on her head

Yet she was gorgeous drop dead.

Her lips were somewhat crimson, or was it pink?

Don't quite remember yet

here I am dedicating my ink

to Her.

To her and to all the ladies with black, blue or brown eyes,

Trust me; You are beautiful

And you can touch all skies

Or hearts

If you set your mind to it.

All it takes is your determination,

and you can make worlds brightly lit.

A poem about a Woman in Love and her tale

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