The police came looking for beauty,
So I gave them your picture baby.
They had left before I realized,
That beauty was the criminal’s name.
When I see you the sky disappears,
Lost in your glow when you appear.
I can define beauty by giving you a look,
You paged my heart, a new book.
You must be tired baby,
For you’ve been running in my heart all day.
Can’t get enough, I can’t retreat,
Your hazel eye gives me a lovely treat.
Now my pen has to jot,
Words in phrase, love in plot.
And so to you I will ink,
Forgive me, for poetry, is my link.
Baby, you are a smooth criminal,
Laced with tender floral tints.
Yet with thorns to prick my heart,
For you stole my heart away.
Baby this is the chemistry,
I’m at the point of brewing temperature.
Steam emanating in search of answers,
Of how your beauty calms my storm.
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