My Red Mountain Lady Poem by Sixtus Osim

Dear Carolina, I like the way you walk
And also admire the way you talk.
Your legs are long, they have such haunting lines
That get your calves so neatly aligned.
Your lips are as cool as historic jewels
And when you speak, each word of yours plummels
At my heart and soul, those careless whispers
And graceful secret sibilant whiff
That I can hardly forget any day.
And you, my red mountain lady must be
The red pages which I must read everyday;
Your geography is very broad and hence
With immense interest and great concerns
I shall sit down here and read your map
And also sit still and study this height
Of yours that makes you look like skyscrapers;
Your height ignites in me a timeless fire
Of eternal memoirs that do not die.