HER

People Say There's Beauty In Paradise Maybe They Haven't Seen Her Eyes They Say Her Look Is As Cold As Ice I Laughed ; Because They haven't Seen Her inside Her Soul Is Nutured With Beauty Her Laugh Is Programmed With Rhythm Her Skin Is Glazing With Seasons Because She Was Made By God's own Attire She Doesn't Talk Much But When She Does, It's On Valid Points Part Of Her Beauty Is in Her Confidence Because When She Talks her Confidence Speaks More In Dense Her Voice Like The Sound Of The Angels Really She's Not From This Planet Her Walking Step Is Indeep Perfect That Is What I Call Malificent I Write About Her All The Time Because 24 Hours Of The Day I Think About Her All The Time If She Could Be An Equation, I Will Call Her Sine So Her Heart Could Be Next To Mine When Beauty Was Being Distributed I Noticed She Was The Distributor Never Would Any one Be Her Competition