Lily of the Valley

Her smile lights up a whole room,

Her beauty sweeps with the proverbial broom,

Meet her and you know no gloom,

You fall in love with her, passion abloom;

Her voice so sweet it’s music to the soul,

Her laughter cracks icy walls solo,

Her lips talk in melodious organ tones,

And the touch of her hands thaws all ice

Just like the soft caress of her eyes.

Michelangelo sculpted is her thighs,

Walks with modelesque gait,

Body of perfect symmetry,

Beautiful is this Lily, blossoms in the valley of thy heart.


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