Veils Of Stacy 2 Poem by Stacy Dinmaa

Veils of Stacy
'It's a puzzle,
There are pieces,
There are also peaches'
No one could see it,
See the beauty in her heart
Frame by Frame ever so vivid,
But blur like dews in her sky.
They say they be damned if she was real,
Say it's not more than the flirtious breeze cupped with the scent of her charm.
But those warmth,
Those frozen fragrance,
'Those purity from her soul sings awe'
Think she's too good to be true,
Think they know her kind,
Diffrent from the rest but the same in the vest
But they wrong...
She's fire too hot to touch
Look at her and the fire draws you in.
Still in flames you could'nt break through her pace unless you grip her shades.