WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

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She is from the land of the unknown.  

When I saw her it was esoteric 

Her smile was virulent 

When she spoke 

Life was what proceeded out of her 

I fell for her at first sight 

I tried quelling her 

Her beauty coaxed me 

I tried reevaluating but I was in for her

Her love for coffee,

Is appealing to me 

Tryina capture her notoriety 

Like coffee has got hers 

She is a great person 

Not only is she beautiful

But remarkably a lovely soul

I am enthralled by her character

I love her but hope she reckons it 

Then shall I slumber forever 

Basking in the sight of the woman of my dreams 

But it's only a dream. 


 *Burton D'poet*

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