Poetry

Waiting

written by: Paradise

She sit there waiting for someone little
does she know there is someone a touch
nearer waiting for her. A beauty catching
male eyes without knowing that they are drinking
in the sight of her with thoughts which could
make Cupid blush.

Playful in mind one thinks as per chance
eyes see her in jest with a companion. But oh
the beauty flows through mirrored eyes entwined
in a Playful nature. Natures ways in a special one
one bows to shear perfection as she sits there waiting.

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