SWEETNESS TO THE CORE (An Original Poetry)

Like the olive tree..
Dangling like snow spraying with spree..
With pride..
She moves like a new bride..
Crowned with the rainbows in the air..
In her flowing fancy hair..
You can tell..
She's sweetness to the core

Like a star in mars..
She's a sky without scars..
She's a bloom without blemish..
She's a queen without girmish..
She's supperbly selfish..
Never sharing her beauty..
You can tell
she's sweetness to the core

She's a peacock..
That makes men flock.
Around..
And make weak men..
Wish a queen could love them

She's a quail..
Quality..
Unqueer..
Cheers..
You can tell.
She's sweetness to the core

She's sweetness to the core.
Like the avalanche of winter showers

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Written, edited & compiled

By @Josediccus

27/2

2018

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