A Lovers Music Box

porcelain cheeks, and kisses to boot.

Passion run like rivers down mountain pass

Finger tips like blades of grass growing on mountain top

Lips like rose buds

Cheeks like porcelain dolls

She caries herself so tail 

on tip toe 

slippers flat 

Such grace she has a flow

On top her music box

she waits 

lovers kiss to break her spell

She's known for her lullaby and graceful teach

Slippers flat a graceful flow

on top her music box

A lover of black and white leans in and kisses her porcelain cheek

Now they dance toe to toe

Of a lovers dance and graceful flow 

 

Author's Note

Be kind, I do have issues with spelling.

Reviews

[HighDefinition]

I think this is a poem about dancing. It certainly had the flow of one.

[AmandaTheOdd]

Thank you I was looking on making the poem flow like a dance. Plus yes it is about dancing, I love dancing so I put a twist on it.