Stevie Wonder

Blinding beauty....

Damn your beauty's blinding; Stevie Wonder as I look,
at you in all your glory and I wonder what it took,
for God to go Picasso and create a work of art,
that messes with the mental not to mention works the heart.

You're pretty as a painting hanging up inside The Louvre,
a chick would give her very life to walk inside the shoes,
that cover up those pretty toes; as far as pretty goes,
it's not enough, you're beautiful, exquisite; really though.

If given even half a chance I'll show you that romance,
is more than just activities in bed when lacking pants,
my love would move your sweetness like a f****n pack of ants,
you'd look at me while thinking "Um, I love how THAT'S my man."

I'd have you on my arm for the entire world to see,
your loyalty and touch would surely mean the world to me,
a Libra woman, Leo man; together we would stand,
just us against the world so fly, together; we would land.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

This is one of the first poems I wrote for my girlfriend when we started dating.