Dream Girl. Poem by Micha Memory Asime

A pet name, she asked from me,
None I could think of but Lips, I spake.
Strawberries taste like lips do...
If ever I should kiss her, verily strawberries it will be.
But if I do kiss her, will her mouth be this true.
She - a woman after my own heart.
If love should find me...
In her arms, I pray God it does.
Her beauty enchanting, her body enticing.
The angel that moulded her, a sculptor I deem.
Nothing she lacks, everything she has...
Curves in all the right places, she has already
No need for a perfect ten.
Carved on her face, a smile to light up my world.
But sad, so sad, she not mine...
To dream and fantasize at a distance, always.
Too cowardly a man to step forth.
If a man she has, Lucky his name would be.
A beaut like her, I'm sure she does.
My lose now...
From a distance I smile, my heart be aching.