Perfect Lady - Poem by Aaron Rigodon
Her hair smells like a fresh flower
as it blooms in the breezy morning
Her beauty resembling that
to the goddess Aphrodite.
Breast so tender
My hands were stuck upon it
Her sweet words
got me thinking of marriage.
Sadly I could never find this lady
stuck with a screaming banshee
that nags about my faults.
the sound of her irritating voice
got me running as fast
as an antelope being chased
by the hungry lion
Like any fair flower
they begin to wither
just like this boisterous beast
Still her strident voice
remains in my dying heart
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