Beauty is raised within
Women that wear their head
Higher then most.
Who conceal their ideals and
Breasts betwixt a sleek,
Gray Overcoat.
Spares a glance before
Disappearance, lingers
Not physically.
And the only remnants of
Her essence be of your
Befuddled Mentality.
A very, interesting poem. One that was worth a few reads and one I'm sure I will think about later.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kind of makes me want to be more conservative...Anyway, I love it. Very pretty and insightful