Beautiful Curls Poem by Absent Wryta

She's got me tangled, just like her hair
Beautiful tiny curls, like strong magnetic waves
Pulling me in, making me lose my way
Caramel coloured loops, the colour of something so sweet
Mixed together and still unique
She wears it like a crown
It's her halo, she's an angel
It's a frame for her pretty picture
To capture the beauty of her soul
This is a mental attraction, it keeps my attention
And fuels my imagination