A face as radiant as a rose
Pleasing curvature of the nose
Full red lips
As from her drink she sips
Cold blue eyes
A sheepish grin, a pleasant surprise
Hair sways in the breeze
Aroma of the perfume designed to please
Beauty I behold
So pleasing to the soul
Words left unsaid
Feeling unafraid
In my head the words begin to tumble
Unable to even mumble
Just a little wave
Not knowing how to behave
Gesture requited
Feeling so delighted
Warm pleasant feeling
As I continue reeling
Of my next move unsure
Smile that continues to lure
The ending is up to you
As you imagine what they do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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