ABISOLA

This poem is dedicated to a very special person. I hope my audience will love it.

                                                         

                                                      ABISOLA

Was wondering when she fell,

Waiting for her pretty lips to tell.

From the blues without a broken shell?

Her smile like the morning bell,

Smooth enough to bring peace to hell.

Her beauty sings the melody,

That attracts you to her colony.

She stings not,yet brings honey.

I need not to tell myself sorry,

For with her thought, I am not lonely.

By the river bank,

I say a million thanks.

As the fishes spank,

with my memories,I blanked,

Into the world where I saw her black.

She danced away like a butterfly.

Sun and moon promised to spy.

I know they will try,

If her beauty doesn't bribe my spies.

Wait? I will, I swear by the sky. 

Author's Note

Read and enjoy.