ODE TO HER PREVIOUS MEN
Eyes like two black pools of tar,
Guarded jealously by clear white snow...
Skin so clear, you could swear it glows...
Her gaze like Medusa's, freezes a man down to his soul...
Either in love or in Lust, she is a damn beauty to behold...
Alas, a curse her beauty draws...
To each man at her befall.
"No heart... No heart" an entrapped soul calls...
But deafly and blindly a man falls prey...
And one by one, each man tells same heart breaking tale.
"same old... Same old", I've heard them say..."her heart gives the colors to her eyes...black like a pool of tar"...
