It was just the other day while wandering the street <br />A most peculiar salesman I did happen to meet. <br />His shoulders were square and his smile bright. <br />A well pressed stripe suit and a grip that was tight. <br />“I’ve got something you’ll want” he said with lips curled. <br />“Today I’m prepared to offer you the world.” <br />When he saw my face he knew I wasn’t his buyer. <br />It was clear I was not in search of a supplier. <br />I said “thanks, but I already have what you sell.” <br />Now and forever I am under her spell. <br /> <br />She smells the way a dream can feel; <br />That momentary tingle where you question what’s real. <br />She curves like the smile that crosses my face. <br />Only two feet away but still closer I race. <br />Her hair is like silk that gods would wear <br />A perfect soft brown with no tatter or tear. <br />A touch that’s so soft it would stay any furry. <br />And a smile so warm it melts away all my worry. <br />Emeralds for eyes that re-define green. <br />You don’t comprehend beauty until these eyes you’ve seen. <br />Her laughter could bring tears to your eyes. <br />But it rains in my world if every she cries. <br />She is crisp fall air, or a cool ocean breeze. <br />And everything imaginable that could dropp me to a knee. <br />So I say thank you sir, but save your sales line. <br />I promise you that the world is already mine. <br /> <br />-Please Rate and/or Comment. Thanks-<br /><br />Frederick Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-world-31/
