Porcelain Lady Poem by White Tiger

Her skin was of porcelain
Her eyes were of blue
Her touch came with an essence
Of forever wanting you

Her looks were piercing
Her lips of ruby red
Her voice was so tender
Upon hearing what she said

I fell in love, with a porcelain lady
I couldn't control myself
My palms got sweaty, my heartbeat heavy
My eyes glistened, as I closely listened
To this porcelain lady, telling me in the end
That she would be mine, for everlasting time.


C. Vergara
09.19.2010