I Express Myself Through Writing

The Darling Natalia

Could charm a whistle into a flute
Can churn butter into flowing honey

Her Personality...
Could cause the faintest fantasies
To become pedestals of passion

Her Voice...
Could make the moon blush with pleasure
Turn a saint into a sinner

Her Beauty...
Could strike lightning silent
Quiver the clouds until rays lit her pathway

Her Heart...
Well, there was nothing greater
The Greek Gods would be umbrageous
She could kindle fires with her
Incandescently, impelled soul