ENTIRE WORLD IS MY IMAGINATION AND FRAGILE AS A PIECE OF GLASS
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Her silky hair’s running down
The way it never did.
Her smoky eyes are wet and brown,
And very deep indeed.
Ideal face is even better,
When covered with a smile.
Her senses down never let her,
She always comes with style.
Her beauty is enhanced a little,
Her charm’s increased a lot.
With smile on face that sparked and lit her
And changed her ways somewhat.
She is the one a lot are after
And hangs out like a boss.
A single smile that much can alter
The way she comes across.
Her silky hair’s running down
The way it never did.
Her smoky eyes are wet and brown,
And very deep indeed.

The story continues
And has it the word,
The life of a genius,
Unwelcoming world.
If fair was only,
She would be the one.
She’d rather be lonley
And second to none.
It never was easy
For her to rejoice.
Prefers to seem busy,
Than be second choice.
There’s so much to mention,
Low profile she kept,
Attracted attention,
Commanded respect.
Not known to be patient
And wouldn’t obey,
He gave her carnations
And asked her to stay.


There’s so many things in life
Money couldn’t buy.
Don’t you ever wet those eyes,
Don’t ever cry.
Though at times it seems to fly,
Never’s been that slow.
Don’t you ever let those lies
Change your mind and soul.
Is sometimes the game at halt
Makes you want to quit it.
Don’t you ever let this world
Fool you with the glitter.
Though at times it seems to crawl
Never been so fast.
Don’t you let your tender soul
Take a single blast.
So the story always goes
Changes every hour.
Don’t you let the heart of yours
Grow a little sour.

No matter what, no matter why
And how it all began.
No such a thing as second try,
For what it is we stand.
No such a chance to redesign
And start the set all over.
A certain point in space and time,
From which it has to follow.
The way it goes, the way it does
And everything within it.
The rules applied are hard and fast,
No one can change the remit.
The way it was, the way it will
All squeezed to cells of dungeon.
It is the time to pay the bill,
For there is no indulgence.
No matter when, no matter who,
And where it all began.
Too late to want to touch the wood,
No time to reprimand.


Her pencil skirt is lit with slit,
Topnotch, she is the ace.
And somewhere deep, a little bit,
She flashes with the lace.
Her legs, her thighs, her smoky eyes,
No word can be a flatter.
The magic cut goes really high,
Reveals a tender pattern.
Stiletto heels are made of steel,
She wears a see-through blouse.
She is a breeze in utter still,
The one who rocks the house.
Her face, her lips and shapely hips
Are all of special kind.
And next to her one couldn’t keep
Control of soul and mind.
Her lines are fine and serve the curves,
The message she is sending,
Her perfect self no one deserves,
Yet she is condescending.


They always trust her,
She is a master
And wouldn’t blast it,
When has control.
She is aware,
Alert, prepared,
With so much care
Can change it all.
Excels with hounors,
So swift at corners,
Now has the onus
To prove it wrong.
Cannot resist it,
Her hands in blisters,
No need to listen
And wait that long.
Comes in her hour,
She gains the power,
Comes down the tower
Of inner fear.
It’s time for action,
No single fraction
Can cause distraction
And interfere.
Solution’s found,
When she’s around,
All safe and sound,
Go on to thrive.
All things God gave her
Add special savor,
She is the savior
Of soul and life.