She is You
Orginal Poem:
Curling her hair like flowering the vine
Her beauty grows every day as old red wine
Gliding her face up like touching the sky
She dreams to go up high as a kite to fly
Rolling her hips like an erotic dance
She makes her moves as it’s her last chance
Smiling with her lovely lips like she saw heaven on earth
Full of sanguinity as a lovely charming face from birth
Tapping hands like thunder clapping
Creating music as the resonances of rainwater dropping
Twirling ribbon like painting a rainbow
Winning hearts as a girl on fire with her flips that bow
Waiting for rain like a many-hued peacock
She is priceless as a dazzling precious diamond rock
Waving hands like a pageant queen
Flawless look as a white rice with imperfection unseen
Walking on streets like floating in clouds
Forever youthful as a beautiful girl differentiated from crowds
Love her curling, gliding rolling, smiling, tapping, twirling, waiting, waving, walking
She is a pretty girl, but you don’t be sad because
Baby, she is you,
Only you
Copyright@N.M.Leepsa
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