Her lips have the ingredients of cupcakes.
Her eyes clearer than blue water lakes.
With looks so contagious,
She always catch me staring like an invigilator.
I tell her she's beautiful and she gets mad,
I throw jokes at her and whenever she's with me she never gets sad.
Its weird but wonderful just as she was made,
A wonder full of class and curves to make an Irish pope straight.
Her body carries a huge personality,
So u can say God created her accordingly.
Watch out for her attitude! She ain't the type to play with,
She knows her worth so doesn't give room for shit.
She brings me chills with her sunshine, Every second with her is worthwhile.
Childish at times but pardon her as she grows,
A lil mud on a diamond wont cease its glow.
She burns the Jamaican rose and runs the kitchen.
This heavyweight champ is an OG n a good Christian.
Its been a long while a nigga wrote a poem
You could say I've been missing that specialized Joy.