Her cheekbones posses the curves my eyes love to lock on.
Like kissing a cloud of zeal and amour my heart lays on when daydreaming of her presence.
Her voluptuous hips have nothing on her cheeks with a little dip in the middle.
That dimple I can only dream to witness,
Ever since she went left,
As I went right after my life drowned underneath an endless drizzle,
Choosing what didn’t think I was nothing,