She has an amazing light colour,
Shining like a sun flower,
Tall like a paris tower,
Her smile gives me power.
They call her Neema or Grace,
A lady with amazing voice,
She is really my choice,
Tasting like moctail juice.
Her smile captivates my mood,
I fill full without eating food,
Wish I could take her in my hood,
Seeing her I always feel good.
©tong_poems
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