She is a poem  One you'd expect to be Rhyme and meter;  The usual poetry. But alas! She is wild Untamed, fiery And I am loving her In silence As I shall always be.

I could make a poem, But words aren’t enough. To describe your beauty, baby, I’d need a lot of stuff. Finest dark brown chocolates, For your lovely eyes. Though it barely does them justice, To have me satisfied. Hair as...