I shall never see
A poem quite like you
Each line unfolds
Your beauty and soul
Your hair, a curly crown
Dancing in the breeze
Despite being tide up together
Some frizzles scattering the ray of gold
Your smile, a sweet addiction
Pulling me in with conviction
Towards your radiant soul
That makes me whole
Poems are born through imperfections.
And written by insane.
But you, by gods, own reign.
Were crafted into perfection
H.G
