a glimpse of my rome

 

 

Moon like eyes that speaks thousand words

Passing through me without a sound

Shining at the evening sky,

Skin as white as sheet untouched by an ink,

Nose sculpted like a mountain in the spring,

Lips that blossom like a rose at the morning fist

Tempting the moist with its seductive, scarlet petals,

Hair dancing in every breath of the wind

Bouncing around the shore leaving an inviting trail,

A face behind the shadow of that artificial color

Define by this classy, elite, contemporary world

A true beauty even without the painter’s palette stroke

Will surely captivate thy beholder’s name