“People will stare. MAKE IT WORTH THEIR WHILE.”
– Harry Winston
A letter to every guys girl! Her eyes light my paths, the way they brighten up and shine
They get me tied up from brunch to dine
She looks, she stares deep in my face
She’s angry right now yet has so much grace.
Her sleek hair so thin, troubles her so much
She feels it’s always messy, she always needs a touch
I pull her clip out and play with her hair
Her annoyed expressions say much more than just “Not Fair!!”.
Her nose is a cute little thing, so small
But she pokes it everywhere and I don’t like it at all
It gets me locked and then she looks away
It interrupts everything… conversations it has slay.
Her ears are the one’s I’d like to speak to for life
They listen to me patiently, even when I’m talking rife
The way she puts her hair behind them they beam
From heavy danglers to little gems, they carry with esteem.
Her lips so coy, they’ve always held secrets within
So tender and rosy, from that sly smile to that broad grin.
She’s hiding something, I’m so afraid
Trembling they look but I’m the one preyed.
Her chin, her cheeks so passionate they are
The way she smiles, sway my thoughts too far
Sinuous and guarded they’re so pure
Scars they create deep, no heal then, no cure.
As hot as my morning steaming coffee cup
Every morning the same, yet there always up
She’s glory to me, her elegance above all gorgeousness
She’s beauty I just can’t assess.
But she denies, I know not why
She asks me to define, looks in my eye
I wink at her now and say that’s how
Tell her it’s no joke, I don’t know how.
She’s charming and I’m charmed
She’s winsome, leaves me disarmed
Ask her to stay, while I’m still here
Plead her to not go and sit near.