She's kind and loving,
Doesn't get angry for nothing.
She's sensitive and gentle,
Although her choices aren't always sensible.
She's got a strong heart,
Broken so many times you'd think it'd fall apart.
She's picked herself up everytime,
But I swear this wouldn't happen if she were mine.
She's got the prettiest eyes,
I wish I could stare into them for a while.
She's got the warmest embrace,
I just melt when I see her face.
She's got a smile that glows,
Some people think they know,
That she's an imperfect angel,
But that's not something you can tell.
To others she may not be the best,
But to me she is nothing like the rest.
She's just a beautiful mess,
That I want to hold and kiss.
Of poems by Charlie Totem.
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Friday, April 2, 2010
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