Coralie Poem, by Blue-eyed Bolla, at My poetic side

I’ve lost my heart to Coralie,

but please don’t ever question me

till you have seen her on the stage

play goddess of the golden age!

She's sleek like Greek, although she's French

and wily as a wayward wench!

She stole my heart with just one glance,

that femme fatale from Paris, France.

So please don’t ever be surprised

this mademoiselle has mesmerised,

enchanting me with siren’s spell,

bewitching me down faery dell.

I love my curvy Coralie!

So please don’t ever question me

‘bout why I love her luscious lips,

her made-in-heaven hourglass hips.

I’ve lost my heart to Coralie,

but please don’t ever question me

for wanting her; you know I’m weak

for girls dressed like a goddess, Greek!

Coralie