A saint with a taint

She appears with no stain but with some bad qualities preventing her to get a man to marry.

For love, she waits,
All she's got is hate,
Her lips have gates,
That close late,
Her eyes have baits,
That find her no mates.

She looks a saint,
Tho' with taints:
Her neck has dents;
Seen thro' a vent,
In her heart is a pain,
That, she'll forever feign.

She remains a chaste,
Face with a beauty paste,
Love, she begs to taste,
To satiate amorous thirst,
Old age knocks in haste,
But she fears a love heist.

She's just hell-bent,
That it's true love she meant,
Even if available for rent,
At least love will be in her tent,
Her beauty needs no lick of paint,
But the voice of love is still faint.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Maclawrence... we all strive to embrace Life and help others who may need to consider to not Rush... when perhaps more time may be needed to "take love slowly and enjoy the "getting to know you" moments. Your poetry is Very heart-felt and chances are that you will find the Answer "blowing in the Wind". gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

in this quirky world no one is perfect..... we all have some kind of blemishes...yet many of us are able to attract some one to love.... we may have to wait longer...or put on some more beauty paste...seems she has good qualities as well....old age does creep-up on us! Thanks for sharing...
warmly, B

[Maclawrence Famuyiwa]

Thanks as always for your kind and encouraging comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome
Warmly, B