The Adorned Blue
She stood in a copacetic stance,
So bold and in perfect apparel,
The vision didnt appal me at all,
I saw beauty and rare excellence,
It was an embodiment of beauty,
In that moment of glee,
It was an adorned blue
Her waist twisted and narrowed,
Like that of wasps of the Amazon,
Her eyes providing a great beacon,
So innocent in point of reaction,
She never took an akimbo action,
Yet she remained in pure perfection,
Delighting my heart with great affection,
Such snaparazzi, sufficient satisfaction
The adorned blue did steal my sight,
The quadrilateral tiles did envy her,
As the black leather sofas paraised her,
She made the room complete,
Her posture didnt have any deceit,
Any man would long to so relate,
The cream walls marvelled at her,
The white ceiling did cover her grace,
She was cherubic, she was copacetic
She was arabic, she was marubic
She is the best of the beautiful few,
What I fell, if only she knew,
Her beauty so intense and real,
Sexier without immediate clue,
Brightening the colour with great hue,
She perfected and adorned blue
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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