THE GIRL

When she walked into the place
I knew right then and there
There must be something different about this girl
Her dress, her style
From the way she talked
One can say she's heaven sent.

It's not until when I got close to her
That's when I got to understand her
She says she doesn't take food colour
But who knows what she takes in her room
That's discussion for another day.

Her favourite colour is black
It's no doubt it complements her light-skinned body
Her skin seems to glow when exposed to the sun
She's indeed a gemstone

When she smiles
You can see her well aligned dental formula
From the incisors to molars
They are as sparkling white as snow
One can spot them from a distance.