She's perfect.
Icy, blue eyes. Gorgeous.
Cute, pale face. Rosy cheeks.
Such a little nose. Pale, pink lips.
To think she was kissable.
Lovable. Who am I to kid?
She was a stripper.
Met her one night at a club.
She was a sweet, sweet girl.
Her spell. She placed a curse.
Her perfect smell. Sweet pea, perfect.
She always smiled. Such a pretty smile.
She had a flawless laugh.
She was so perfect. She was too perfect.
She cursed me to love her.
Too suductive for my liking.
She was too perfect. She was mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem