Love poem

Love Poem

When a man picks a woman, for their eternal love dance, they are blind for what’s inside, and only care about the boobs and ass.

But I am a lover who looks past the temptations, I look at what’s inside which are beyond my wildest expectations.

Her giggle is cute and sweet as honeydew, and her eyes have the color of sparkling sea blue.

Her hair shines more than a thousand stars; my love for her cannot be caged by metal bars.

Her voice is like music to my ears, and when she talks to me, my mind says cheers.

This girl has a name which I won’t mention today, but I know that for her love I don’t need to pay.