I know a girl so beautiful,
Her eyes sparkle like the water around her.
She is prettier than the shells that lace her—
She’s more breathtaking than the highest mountains,
Voice like an Oriole.
I met a girl with skin so soft
She makes my spine tingle when our two hands brush
Her hair blows perfectly in the evening breeze
That’s when I think she is at her prettiest,
By the moon’s dawning light.
There’s a girl, who turns grey skies blue,
With two eyes so strong they could cut through metal
Sometimes when I see her I lose my balance—
I stumble, and when I talk to her sometimes,
I begin to wonder.
This girl is not hyperbolized
For surely she deserves every metaphor,
And on occasion when I write about her
I lose myself in a fictitious moment,
Staring to sea, waiting.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

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