Triple Threat Poem by Nestor David Armas

She's a triple threat
The kind of woman you never forget,
Beauty from her eyes
Makes a mirage her disguise,
Every hair and every follicle
You'd want to chronicle,
Traversing across from the sky
You can see her smile from up high,
A rose in a field
Her aura does yield
A light all her own
Her brilliance could loan
A little sparkle to the stars
Wish you could bottle it like fireflies in jars,
This is her gift
To your world; no sand to sift
Through, as you sink
Into the thoughts she makes you think,
More real than a barbie doll
Into her charms you'll fall,
She's a triple threat
Don't you forget...