Poem By Mitchell Diaz

Her skin is like porcelain,
Smooth and fine.
She'll leave your eyes swollen,
Cause beauty such as hers cant be defined.
Her eyes glisten like the ocean on a summer morning,
Leaving your jaw somewhere by your ankles.
Please heed my warning,
If you stare long enough your eyes will begin to tingle.
Her hair shimmers like jewlery,
But feels like silk.
You must be careful not to drool,
So you don't embarrass your ilk.
And in my eyes no one goes above,
She who is my love.

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