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, wavi...