Gardener’s talk

Her smile

are like the rays of the sun,

the kind of light that makes you jump up,

as been stuck in a cave,

been release on the most sunny day,

eyes have feelings of pain,

yet delighted of the moment,

she has that powerful stare,

one that freezes you

trap you in a ice cube,

the one that makes your lungs

inhale air,

in a rapid sequence,

she has those tempting lips,

if it was the forbidden apple,

I would have a whole tree,

those crystal flavor lips of a lollipop,

the ones you are tend

not only to lick but also to bite,

her touch is simple a spark of life,

like the electric shocks of the machine,

been place on your chest,

when your heart cant take her beauty,

and are sent to the world of unknown,

the presence so great,

your blood can boil with rage,

yet her sight calms you down

like a harmless dolphin,

simply looking for that gentle touch,

without that thought,

my being would be lost,

for in this moment of rage,

I calm myself thinking of a place,

like the gardener talking to the roses,

looking for great breeze from the oceans,

so I write this lines,

for the roses of life,

the women to smile with much delight

-che

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