Beauty Of She

Beauty Of She short poem

Looking at the locks of her hair
the way she set them free, it is the time you lose your sincerity,
dive into the beauty of she
Now seeing her face sparkling bright in the dim light as that of twilight,
noticing her lips, continuous fight, may be not for you, but for her Mr. Right
You will surely feel the goosebumps, if your eyes concurrently met twice
then you won’t need any mega-pixels either of Samsung or spice to catch her nice
Now getting down to her light baby pink top and smartly fitted jeans
will surely make your heart, beat out of peace
Yes, you feel like a man, I am the man, only man
but soon returns to reality, when you try, as sooner as you can
And I know, you are still dreaming about her from midnight till three
Because you can never deny, as that was the beauty of she.

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