Kewpie-Doll
Four foot ten, and yet you make my pulse rise,
my weakness is I love the petite size.
But height's incidental, when it comes to
my veneration and worship of you.
You're a genuine Kewpie-doll cutie,
possessing an innate idyllic beauty.
When we met by that weeping willow tree,
a fledgling Empath, you felt drawn to me.
Your aura shone so bright; I had to smile,
for my fantasies seemed so juvenile.
And lamenting the briefness of the hours
I lay supine amidst summer’s flowers.
An alluring angel, you’re pure of heart,
a splendiferous sculpture, beyond art.
A Goddess, to whom I’ll always be true,
I don't know why you love me, but you do.
(Rhyme)
07,27,2019
Theme "Adoring Love"
17 is the Lucky Number - Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
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