Copyright 2012

What a weapon of might you are
With no words, you say it all.
You wear the magic of attraction
And your chemistry engraves on the immortal

You own a dialect that ears do not pick
And blind fear from the eyes.
You add flavor to favor
And crown beauty with glory.

As you glow, you grow
Strengthening feeble feelings
Your texture is smooth and cool
Hmm! a haven of serenity

By Henry Samuel Mello
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