My secret Love....

My secret Love..

Eyes, like blue mercury on white marble,
A site NO doubt you could certainly marvel,
Hair, as stylish as time,
And as modern as this summers' fashion line,
Lips, as red as wounded roses,
As perfect as your favourite models poses,
Breasts, as perfect and round like the common melon,
But forget ten out of ten, try eleven,
Her abs and stomach so lean and slim,
Yet, not a single second spent in the gym on them,
Her legs, regarded by one, as the very "stairs to heaven" and to Mnt. Olympus,
Were as sexy and flawless as her smile and seductive glimpses,
Her feet,
Were really neat,
They were the ones to beat,
The ones you wanted to treat,
The ones when she sat down in her seat,
And raised them on the table,
You knew it was reality yet, felt closer to a fable,

But reality bites and bites down hard,
Like your 1ST grade love tearing up your valentines' card,
You know as well as everyone else,
Without the model looks,
A couple of Pulitzer books,
Written in your name,
The ability to command the flirting game,
Or the definitive aim,
Guiding your career plane,
To unstoppable fame,
And the perfect body,
Where size “godlike” fits you like a glove,
This admiration, adoration and infatuation with this goddess, this dove,
Would remain your cross to bear,
Your secret love