Blue eyes surround and devour me.
Scarcity of guidance, I abruptly ignored.
Hurt of haste, dismissing the key to let me be.
I’ve mistaken what it means to be adored.
The unknown beauty of a throb.
When they cry, tears of pearls roll down.
The most precious stone came from sores.
With heads high upon the heaviest of crowns.
From this day on, daylight is when they’ll be adorned.
Our dreams live in old cinema, black and white
Our mouths aren’t sharp, our minds are wide.
Mystery is our disguise
Go on, fantasize
Elegance is our friend
not our teeth, hair or things we wear
It’s the way we walk, who wouldn’t give us a glare?
We hide between flowers and give sharp stares
We find beauty within, look outside, it’s everywhere.
I heard the Parisienne’s whisper
be seen and escape like thin air
We’re always in our thoughts
It’s natural to sound enriched and profound
We don’t care
Liked by all
Heart, known by a few.
Found her heart in words of rhyme
Where else can we place a beautiful mind?
Speaks very little
Language, kind and bright
French is the secret to this art
English rose, you’re a romantic at heart
Fascination with everything
Eyes, express the mind
Hide under no disguise
Beauty’s for the ones with fine eyes
Appreciation of creation
Curiosity, is in her name
Intellect promises a life of change
Pure is exchange for wanting to age
English rose, be the gold no kingdom can own