Annabelles Charm

In an urban street I met a girl

her name was Annabelle,

she was alone a jolly soul

with a happy tale to tell.

She stood so tall

a precious pearl

with a hat of golden locks,

her eyes were blue

with many hue

just like a marble rock.

There was no girl lovely and fair

than sweet Annabelle,

she lived in peace

in modern Greece

on the side of a rocky hill.

Beware,

a voice did say,

of Annabelles stylish charm,

she’ll take your breath away

but cause your heart no harm.

In search of fame

she felt a flame

burning in her heart,

her golden voice

gave me no choice

but to love her from the start.

Her voice was sweet and soft

as tunes from a golden harp,

her notes were high in pitch

where symbols marked are sharp.

She sang with love and passion waving her gentle hand,

as music softly floated

around her place of stand.

Her rhyming words were touching and moved a solid heart,

her matching looks were stunning,

an endless piece of art.