miles beyond the scrapper i marvel
wandering and lost in millions of thought
her fragrance bethroted my admirations
aimfully assentuating the focals of the enchanting queen
the thread that joins the heart thickens as i drew nigh
she's lovely,indeed
she's got the pristine voice bevelled in terrestial altos
shades of hues formed trails of beauty in her
lovely legs she's got
accurate fingers as of a model
picking legs with fine accuracy
i admire her so much
on and on i could go for eons
whisking my ink on the embossed paper
to make my affections known
but shy impede the cycle of mounted charity
i'm of a surety
i will tell my chronicles to her one day
the day the moon will be crowned the lord of noon
after the coronation of the crow as the janitor of morning signals. till then,my diary will intone her beauty reports on its pages.
#poetic
izzybobo writes
2017.