She Poem by Moses Ocharo

She



She is art,
She is style;
How beats my heart,
At her smile.

She is class,
she is a flower;
Bind me with brass,
Forever me empower.

She is a butterfly,
She is all beauty,
She is the sky,
O, what a cutey!

She is love,
She is the truth of life;
What else can i have?
O, what a wife!

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