I remember her one tat
And the fact that she wasn't fat,
Then there was her lightly tanned skin
And her tantalizing perfect grin.
I remember her manicured fingernails
Which lured and also compels,
And the flawless makeup that she wore
Her, I did adore.
Then there was her bewitching eyes
I swore that she was an angel in disguise,
And the other attribute to her style
It was her smile.
I still remember her stylish hair
And the beautiful clothes that she did wear,
The hours and dollars that she spent on her look
Probably deflated her checkbook.
She could had posed in any fashion magazine
Her beauty was truly meant to be seen,
But, pictures of her were all ill-fated
They don't exist, like her they were cremated.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, beauty of the body does not last for ever. Very nice poem. Liked it. Thanks for sharing.