You say classic Beauty
Deep eyes of dark brown
In shades of warm coffee
And black upon my crown
Grace in my cat-like steps
Prowess in my cunning smile
Hypnotic rhythm in my hips
And the charms of a stoic liar
You say a fierce kind of loyalty
With heart made of gold
And a sense of spirituality
Young body homes an old soul
But i have more than one mask
More than one facet to this gem
I am not as boring and quiet
As one might think to assume
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
classic beauty is in this poetry really. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.