Beguild Easter Princess Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Beguild Easter Princess

Bronzed skin glows with origins from the East,
A delectable buttercup for the eyes to feast.
Torques of blue flow through mystical sapphire,
As gentle as a lamb, you inspire greatness higher.

Memorable moments set the stage you create,
Tantalizing curves down my back send a chill of fate.
Gentle hips sway magically to please,
Dainty movements put my mind at ease.

More than just eye candy, you shine like a star,
A blessed being, truly the making of a star.
Blossoming flowers set the stage ablaze,
You have become every man's wildest craze.

Beautifully fashioned, yet never overexposed,
The drunk clings tightly to his armchair and dozed.
To everyone's delight, all faces are now aglow,
The stage is yours; take command of the show.

Sing to me, songbird, of a melancholy ballad,
Satisfy my soul, for it feels so pallid.
An archangel croons to a solid beat,
Amongst your peers, there's no one quite as elite.

Your voice resonates like a childhood lullaby,
Standing firm, a tear comes close to my eye.
Entranced by beauty, a natural possessed,
Beguiled, I am, by my exquisite Eastern princess.

My mango chutney, I long to devour,
Tenderly sweet, never sour, savoring by the hour.
Singing me melodies, sultry, to bring me home once more,
You are a guiding light, a voice men have never heard before.