This goddess, sir
Is the lunatic you dropped
You said she was lousy
You said her love stinks
I, picked her then, off the dump
The filth, I licked with my bare tongue
The tears, I wiped dry
With my then, only hankie
Like a forsaken desert tree
Haggard, bare and denied
Only a monk could have his way into a miracle touch.
Fascinated with her innocent iris,
I saw the glare of hope
The true beauty, beneath
A diamond gem in a mountain of trash
Losing my pride,
I rolled up my sleeves…
And bent forth, to save a life
These hands, revamped the flicker
Loser stunts then!
Lost wit then
In that, sprouts this glorious, fabulous, gorgeous and glamorous princess!
A true beauty queen with all the adjectives of splendor