Girl Of My Dreams. Poem by Changez Ndzai

Your skin is so smooth,
Like a fresh ripen fruit,
Your heart is a white tooth,
Clean with no hate soot.

A true queen in love booth,
Thus I wish to kiss your foot,
Your voice is a melody sooth,
For real am dying in your loot.

Your walking style doth,
Attracts me unto your set,
Day dreaming of your love moth,
Hope you will give me a seat.

Love is a piece of flesh path,
Which needs keen handle plot,
Hence I beg you queen lath,
Don't let me die alone in love pot.