SWEET SWEET
She has those apple cheeks,
She pouts her cherry lips.
Peering behind those lashes,
are caramel marbles of distress.
Her smile is perfectly white.
Every time she does it, my heart doesn’t beat quite right.
Her hair smells like vanilla, or so they claim.
She’s a sweet, sweet lady that shines with no shame.
This girl trails off sweetly,
swaying delicately like a tree.
She wears her hair in a perfect bun.
She naturally lives just for fun!
I want to be like her,
living freely, like a bee.
Soon I’ll learn to be over with my inhibitions.
and be in my sweetest disposition.
BY ANA SALVE SERRANO