Beauty

With a beauty of a single flower,

Any type of rose would be envious.

His smile would destroy other’s power.

His touch was a snake that was venomous.

God must have carefully sculpted that man,

Aphrodite must have witnessed that moment.

Brown eyes, crooked teeth, and a long lifespan.

Bony legs, white skin and hidden romant.

His imperfections, for people to see,

God and that man seemed to have an affair;

For he was so unreal, he can part seas,

But he didn’t believe in the strength he bared.

      These words will be shared for his dear being,

       he’ll see he can allure the unseeing.

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