You might see me,
As beauty and grace.
Pretty and perfect,
A beautiful face.
A pair of legs,
That can dance to any beat.
High heels or boots,
Could match my feet.
Small soft hands,
That can lock with anyone else's.
As I ballroom dance and waltz,
In skirts or even dresses.
Long, golden, silky hair,
Fringes falling on my face.
Pins with sparkling jeweles on them,
To hold my hair into place.
Eyes as green as the soft grass,
Skin as peach as sand.
Lips as pink as a rose,
The prettiest in the land.
A girl with the nature to guide and help,
A sweet and loving heart.
A masterpiece that no one can replicate,
A magnificent work of art.
This is what I think you see in me,
I just stepped into your shoes.
Looking at me from your eyes,
Tell me if all this is true.
This is what I think you see, but is it true?
Do you see lot more in me, or less?
~!~Diana
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