Created Fo I

CREATED FOR I

She took time at the mirror
Slow like she owned the era
Avoiding every error
To set things in place
She was perfect at this

I thought it was a joke
Now am under lock
If beauty is a york
Then hers is heaviest
No eyes for the rest

She stood up slowly
And;
PAUSE!!
she stopped time for seconds
From the way it fitted
I knew she was all the reason
A “Dera” invention came to be

No Rhythm no blues
Her voice to the ear
Spoke to the soul
She is a fairy fusion
A definition of fashion

Her melanin rich skin
Lips painted dark
With eyes that pierce
One smile was enough
Then confusion took over

I didn't want to leave
Wanted more of this “Eve”
My brains all at work
Fabricating an excuse that could work
Just to spend some more
With this heaven sent creature

©STUMAH