A smile that
lights day.
The light
that shows the way.
Cheeks so
cute when they're blushing.
Poor blood
always rushing.
With a touch
so tender,
It would make
the great army surrender.
With eyes
that look into the soul,
And sends
through the spine a shiver.
With spanish
her tongue rolls.
And hair that
flows like a river.
Impressed
with woman like anyone would,
This poem
is not really good.
I do have
to say,
Let me put
it this way,
With such
a tender caress,
This mother's
child is truly blessed.
by: CCC
Triple C Poems
06/24/99
