A green eyed goddess
Pretty as a picture
With ringlets of
flaming red
Cascading on to her
ivory skin
Her peaches and cream
complexion
Fresh as an English
rose
With skin pale as
porcelain
Yet passion blooms
upon her cheek
Aglow with an apples
blush
And as she approaches
A cloud enveloped me
Like exotically
fragranced orchids
Leaving me heady and
breathless
Then she just passed
me by
As if I wasn’t there
Leaving me wretched in
her wake
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