Oh, you're like ripe red wine,
and your lips are so divine,
your body like a small boy,
The eyes so blue, you could overtake Troy.
Gypsy me, gypsy she with bangles to make sound instead of words,
No, I'm not a black girl, a lover, a soul woman, a person to fly with birds,
But don't let your mouth go running from me,
'Cuz I need you so much, you with eyes resembling the sea,
and all it's insane waves and even the sky will flee.
Your hands spin stories to match your tongue,
And you'd never need to capture me, so stop pushing your lungs.
Can you tell me I'm in love,
Or say I'm a monster from above?
magnificently accomplish remarkable expression....well crafted verse.you succeeds to create whole ambiance...10+