Her hair smells like a fresh flower <br />as it blooms in the breezy morning <br />Her beauty resembling that <br />to the goddess Aphrodite. <br />Breast so tender <br />My hands were stuck upon it <br />Her sweet words <br />got me thinking of marriage. <br /> <br />Sadly I could never find this lady <br />stuck with a screaming banshee <br />that nags about my faults. <br />the sound of her irritating voice <br />got me running as fast <br />as an antelope being chased <br />by the hungry lion <br /> <br />Like any fair flower <br />they begin to wither <br />just like this boisterous beast <br />Still her strident voice <br />remains in my dying heart<br /><br />Aaron Rigodon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-lady/
