Category : Poems

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I was told that your beauty was derived from your waistline by the famous village rumormonger.

Yes! She is on point.
You are like a sherry. 

Like the light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood.

You are like the moon shinning across the shimmering sea.

Your eyes are glittering like emerald and aquamarine even celestial.