The Girl with a Love for Nile Beer
In love with a girl who drinks Nile beer,
A red flag, perhaps, but I don't fear.
She holds the bottle with such delight,
As if it's her treasure, her source of light.
Like a man romancing a love so true,
She caresses it gently, a mesmerizing view.
When the beer fills her glass, my heart beats fast,
Our souls connect, and the die is cast.
With each sip, her joy shines bright,
Her smile tells stories of a jolly night.
Envious of the glass that tastes her lips,
Yet I feel connected through my heart's scripts.
We spoke, destiny's threads pulling us near,
A connection renewed, past encounters clear.
Her existence, a masterpiece divine,
Time itself shaped her, an art so fine.
I cherish the moment, the spark within,
Uncertain of her feelings, where to begin.
Yet, for now, let's enjoy the present's grace,
Embracing the chance, life's sweet embrace.
Her voice, like a melody, fills the air,
A poem performed, her soul laid bare.
I wonder where she's been all along,
Her presence is a symphony, a heartfelt song.
Her warm goodbye, a lingering touch,
A fleeting hope, a feeling as such.
I took her contact, though hesitant to start,
Afraid to express the feelings in my heart.
Yet her scent lingers, her chuckles in my mind,
Memories of her energy, so enchantingly kind.
Her love for the Nile beer, I seek to embrace,
For it's her heart, not the drink, that I chase.
©Burton D'poet
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