A Girl With A Thousand Faces

Wed, 03/05/2014 - 16:21 -- arepple

No matter where I go, I can't explain away,

the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way.

She's a mystery to us all, 

and a puzzle to a tee,

a conundrum to her parents, 

and as pretty as pretty could be,

A vacuum some would call her,

for she takes your breath from your chest.

With her sufficating beauty,

she gives men little time to rest.

A tall one she is not, 

but only a fool would doubt her game.

Because this Girl with a Thousand faces,

is like tigress that has yet to be tamed.

It is doubtful that I will see again,

in my many travels to places,

this gracious face of an angel,

MY Girl with a thousand faces. 

 

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