Mirror! Mirror! on the wall,
Who is the prettiest of them all?
Shining like the morning star,
Look! She has raised the bar.
Bewitching smile spreading afar,
tossing hairs back as coal tar,
creating shadow of a nightfall,
she is the prettiest of them all.
Black is the colour of magic
whose spells are often tragic.
A solace to the eyes prying,
her presence is ever gratifying.
Shine of the moon in her eyes
spreads that magic in the skies.
Light of the joy in her heart
makes her stand apart.
Fresh snow on the mountains afar,
night skies and a shooting star.
What do I wish for thee?
A life full of happiness and glee.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2024 00:04
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A love poem for someone who has captured the author!s heart. Nicely penned stanzas Max.
Thank you Ma'am 😊
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