He Went All Out... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Your beauty

Not fleeting,

Keeps me

From breathing,

Beautiful means

Many things,

They all define you,

As many kings;

Would want

To make you

Their queen,

Stunning you are,

Unbelievable a dream;

Come true, pretty you

Standing before me,

I am honored;

Feel humbled to see thee,

My thoughts

Loose their innocence,

You body emits an incandescence

From the side

Your curvature many S's,

They all rest lightly

A silhouette caresses,

From your entrancing eyes

To your glossy lips,

All the way down

To the sashay of your hips,

Of things unreachable

You are a star,

Has anyone told you

How beautiful you are?

You have truly nothing to worry about,

When God made you

He went all out...

(12/09/2005)