Could it be in the talk?
A mesmerizing appeal that leads to a craving
A hypnotizing effect leading to a philosophizing
Of the special way her special lips
Specially dances around her face
Especially when she says your name
With those calm and soothing harmonies
Struck by the most melodious symphonies
Of concordant sounds
That makes you weak to your knees
Or could it be in the walk?
The best set of synchronization ever seen
A configuration of grace and charm
Seasoned with poise and charisma
Damn! She’s gone give you a heart attack
Or maybe it’s just the beauty.
One so impressing that you feel you have a duty
It is pressing
You feel you have a higher calling
That’s Cupid calling
The Angels have made you a custodian
Of one of their own, to love and to own,
To protect her, care for her, be there for her
And oh how you want to spoil her!
To protect her, you’ll be Mike Tyson
To cover her, you’ll be an icing
To eternally stay with her, you’ll be a lice
in her hair till you two are inextricably tied
A five and six, no dicing
The 9th teen of the Benjamin’s
had just turned 19
Meet James, 21
That guy that can’t be found dating one
So, could it be in his flow?
A torrent of grandiloquent speech
With a sapid, rapid, fluently flowing
Pace and parlance
With a list of rules, a series of don’ts and do’s
And an ooze of lines and pick up lines
Like ‘Did the sun just shine or did you just smile at me?’
‘You’re so hot you’re the real reason for global warming’
‘Damn Sugar, settle down, I’m diabetic’
And ‘You’re so beautiful; I forgot my pick up line!’
Or could it be in the looks?
That golden brown eyes
That black hair
He’s so edible you wish he was MI
He’s so incredible but taller than MI
Could it be in the cheese?
That attention commanding,
Affection surrounding force
You could call it a catalyst
Because it speeds up the rate of physical reaction
But how about I control you?
Take you back to the past
From where it all began.
So now you see her
And she sees you
Before you decide
Take a torch to examine and determine
If her beauty is just a compliment to her beautiful soul
If the money is a plus
Or if it’s all they’ve got.
It’s a two-sided story
One of patience,
And the other
Of knowing when to let go
Of patience, of understanding,
Love the thorns with the roses.
If she didn’t have the patience
To stay with that beast
She wouldn’t have had her prince
Of knowing when to let go,
Guys, you can’t be her prince
If your kiss doesn’t wake her up
Ladies, don’t be a false Cinderella
If your leg doesn’t fit the shoe
Written by Aneta Chinsell – an OAP and Spoken Word Artist.