Epistle to Harley
Her grace is formed by precision and poise,
Her lifting voice creates nary a nasty noise.
Whilst ignorant to specific desires,
Unrestrained passion starts lustful fires.
As lecherous as this epistle may sound,
Restricted boundaries are unexpectedly found.
She is beautiful like a red rose,
Cherished in secret; a secret nobody knows.
A smile so wholesome and bright,
She bears no wrath, no evil, no spite.
A personality completely intricate;
A heart of gold absolutely delicate.
Blue eyes soften with laughter
As time ticks slowly after.
Her pink tongue pokes between white teeth
As she speaks of humour, in relief.
A little ray of unavoidable sunshine,
Coveted by many and still she is mine.
