They surely don't know what the future envelopes,
and with issues of the heart, they'd rather elope.
With odd thoughts streaming like coconut's water,
true content never unveils unless they sputter.
After all, the outward feature is a fibre
but its brazen heat can't be compared with that of a timbre
Within his thought, he wants the best qualities in his bride
Yes! A true bride, with others plight to be envious is his pride
He'd set the limit of the qualities he wants,
Not meaning and never by handwritten fonts.
Not too dark, not too light is the whinny
Not too thick, not too skinny
So adventurous and wild enough to grace his bed,
So romantic enough with a beauty that never sheds.
A maiden with a flat belly!
A smoothed-face without a powdered-jelly!
A sonorous voice like a bird on her dawny perch.
A pinked-lips to evolve the kiss from a pecky french!
With a clean figure that's never unkempt,
with a long hair that never ceases to tempt.
Not the one that'll suggest the toll out of the car when fund sags,
that's why he seeks the economical to price her tags.
Silently beaten down by his categorized thoughts,
even an admiration for a good cook never despair the lots
All in one, so many to unfold;
a gift that never comes on a platter of gold.
They'd aspire more than they can let out,
and the fact that they can't give even up to required is of no doubt.
There's never no such law of physique for a picker
when even the slimmest, after nursing for two could blow thicker
He'll now gnash when she maintains the same position like a tanker
For in her heart, the true beauty forever lies!
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