Cynthia's plea Date: Monday, 4th November 2013 @ 12:52:21 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: ndobeldinho Inner beauty shining through your eyes, Guys cry when you pass. Least but not last, you’re of class. Architecture of my dreams, beauty is in your genes. You got that charming touch, one that re-ignites my heart. You’re a work of art, a masterpiece of divine. Precious body, priceless smile. Damn, you’re a woman of style. Rare is your kind, and yes, love is blind. Truly, you the definition of beauty; Your happiness is my duty. Though not mine, I still think you fine, Like Caster, your run marathons in my mind. If you were a star, you’d be the one I’m searching for. Love is war, I’d fall on the floor; but for you I’ll still seek more. This poem is Copyright © ndobeldinho Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=177103