She walks on sunbeams
dances through moonlight
crashes your dreams
in the dead of night
She whispers into the breeze
can barely hear, so softly she speaks
words delicately fly, like fluttering bees
they sweep and flow, make your knees feel weak
She's the queen of the dancefloor, a goddess from above
makes you feel dizzy with just a flickering glance
like a flower in bloom, so bright with love
she speaks and you're left deep in a trance
She is more precious than any diamond or ruby
more alluring than a summers day
everything about her sings songs of beauty
not just in looks, but in the things she says
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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