Beautiful Ladies

A Poem by Louisa-Msiska

This poen targets my fello ladies.

She's the purest of souls
Her face shows her innocence
Her smile acts like the evidence
Her eyes so welcoming
With a glimer that would be hard to deteriorate

Her beauty is a puzzle
No man would assemble
Her purity a piece
Every man would wish to have
For she's scuptured like fine art
No money would be enough
To buy it from the gallary

A girl so wonderful
Is worth remembering
Love, Louisa