AN ODE TO MY BEAUTIFUL LASS

I acclaim her claim

She's beautiful and tall,
might be why I fall.
Not that I'm acrophobic;
Just could not resist beauty at peak.

She's beautiful and funny;
A clown to every frown,
A crane when I'm down.
To my sore sour soul; a broth of honey.

She's beautiful and creepy,
Her eyes; like they hold all your sins,
Her rage could make the sun dim.
Yet, her love grows around the walls of my heart.

She's beautiful and smart,
Something like the night of prom.
I wonder what dimension she's from...
Probably raised amongst the owls.

She's beautiful and wonder.
Awe being, she may be endangered.
Escapee of the wonderland,
dating an idiot from cleverland.

She's beautiful and crazy,
looking like rose when she's mad,
and a merry woad when she's sad.
Need I say she's colourfully emotional.

If Green is the color of Grass,
then this piece is my obeisance to my beautiful lass. .

Author's Note

Read and help convey my message to my beautiful lass, should you see her before me.