David Pyrs

(World)

Perfect Woman


At the moment possessing the view that capture a soul.
Melt the ice of the heart with just one of that sweet
glance.

Reveal the essence of amazement in one second.
Show the definition of craftsmanship yearning to perfection.
Ignite the tiny flame, transforming into light that tends to enlighten
everything bright.

Your eyes, lead to the atomic worlds of mesmeration where all I
see is perfection.

Own winds of joy or the rays of beauty you may not see.
Yet, it's all there.

Rivers flow like silky ways, leading to the world of smoothness.
Those deeply shaped waves of masterpieces carried by you.

Life, all it should do is be proud of woman like you.

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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