She The Woman

It's a bright blessed morning

May it fulfill all your yearning

Smile and let the sunlight seem faded

Eyes sparkling through with lids shaded

You find lines made by pencils attractive

I see the inner you attached to it

You have an angelic eye...god's blessed cheeks and a devil's lips

Your smile reflects innocence your stare measures depth

Your hands display kindness while your curves intoxicate like meth. 

I don't know if words or gestures feel anything

I don't know about this even something

But my heart sometimes pains with loss

You might have been sent for that very cause...