Like the morning dew and all it provides…
She is majestic, like sunrise as it opens it’s eyes.
Like the beauty of the rose, with the likeness of the thorns.
She is the rare cloud, after the storm has passed and yet one still mourns.
She is fancy and sassy!
Feisty and classy!
Soft and exact…
She is warm and sweet like the finest parfum.
Always standing her ground.
Always commanding the room.
Like the butterfly in her garden
She is delicate and spectacular,
As all her deeds are done.
Like the lyrics of a song…
She gives and gives until all her strength is gone.
Vetta’s Gifts: A Collection of Poems by Keeser Coley
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