Getting Her To Smile Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Her beauty is a rose with a pleasant scent
A paint and a gaze that could make one faint
Though genetic, she's generically perfect.

From birth, her beauty charges the eyes
That the sun could get jealous and turn ice,
Beauty may fade but hers is a magnificent size

She is a wonder of beautiful admiration
A true image from God's very adoration
Natural, her smile has astringic properties.

Men talk, but she's immune to compliments
Because she knows just how she looks
Don't tell her she's beautiful or gorgeous

Because her ears hear that all the time
Say unique words, and get her to smile
Then she will gladly be yours all the time.