Who would have thought, young lady
That red would perfectly suit your skin?
Who would have thought, young damsel
That I can change my favourite colour to red for you?
How could I have imagined
That you will control my heart without a touch?
Oh, mademoiselle, why is my heart so drawn to you?
Who would have thought, popsicles
That I would stare effortlessly at your picture
While trying to use my eyes to carve out your edges
Everything stayed where they should be
With every body part perfectly fitted into your body
You know this and you are intentional with your flaunts
Mademoiselle, who would have thought
That after all these years, your place in my heart stays the same
I could picture your beauty competing with the sun in a frame
Who would have thought, Missy
That nature would be competing with your beauty
Dashing smile with perfectly shining set of teeth
Your adorable scaled lips are always calling for attention
The kind of attention I am willing to give
He who kisses and drives should be beaten
Because he is not giving the attention that a kiss requires
Lips like yours require attention to details
Who would have thought in this world
That angel came to fellowship with me
And who else, but you!
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
