It don’t get no better

I usually don’t write love poems
But she was an exception
Her eyes were the perfect curse
No one could resist their complexion

Her smile was like witchcraft
It made whatever you wanted a blur
One moment you were wishin’ for millions
The next you were beggin’ God for her

But she was every bit of Heaven
Nothin’ about her was bad
She was every verse I ever read
And every blessing I ever had


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