She's Pretty Poem by Peitho Enthermos

She's pretty I know
And he loves her so.
But it wasn't just the face,
That made his heart race.

It was her soul
Her music, her voice, her touch..
Her name, her dreams, her pain,
Her words, her thoughts--- he loves her that much.

That a kiss can't replace
Can't make his heart pace,
Or a moment cannot heal
What that lady made him feel.

I never ever wrote a poetry in my life
That takes only a minute or two,
But because of what I feel today,
I was able to write this for you.

I have nothing much to say
I guess, it is enough for today...
No, wait! But if I am you,
I guess I will love her that much, too.

And the very last thing...
(This pain shouldn't kill me yet)
The last words I was supposed to say
(It's me, not my words, should you never forget)

This is wrong, so let me make this right
Here's the last blood spilled from me tonight.
Take it as a gift from me please.
So my soul will journey again in peace.

'Don't be like me
Wishing for somebody
To love me like you did
For that pretty lady.'