Real Beauty - Poem by Preston Lane
First it was her glowing green eyes,
Looking straight into mine.
Powerful enough to make the sun rise.
Though I ended up in a heavenly shrine.
Second it was her galiant smile,
and the laugh that trailed.
Made me flow up like the nile,
wishing this would never fail.
Third it was her sleek lips,
Curessed upon thy own.
Each time was another eclipse,
To what I first should have known.
The one thing most dense,
Was the size of her heart.
I know this all makes no sense,
And I should have said this to start.
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