What can beat your beautiful face
Devoid of all artificial aid
With a smile lighting it up
Such that shames even the rising sun
What music can man say is sweeter
Than the mellifluous sounds of your laughter
What sounds can pull man to ecstasy
Other than the reverberating tune of your voice
What can human say is most intoxicating
Other than the arousing scent of your body
What could make men falter
Other than the sensual gait of your steps
What can bring men to ruin
Other than the scorch of your scorn
What can bring women to doom
Other than the flames of your anger
Alas dearest Darlene
All are drawn to you yet run from you
For you are the mystery
Humans are cursed to ponder forever.
Author Of Pain Real Poetry 