The perfect woman for me,
Is the one do not see.
She has soft fair skin,
Cute little chin.
Her eyes all a glow like shimmering snow,
Her lips so lush that they give you a rush.
Touch so gentle and fine,
That gives you then reminder that she is mine.
Hair so soft like silk on threads,
Her walk so delicate, she turns heads.
The voice of an angel when she sings,
She make even church bells ring.
So inocent heaven has hold
Little mischievous that hell will fold
But so precious that I have her for keeps
And so amazing that others will weep.
©ksquarek
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