Locked on you from the south
I was fascinated by your contours
Like a silent hunter I advanced without caution
Maintaining traction not to loose her sight
Patiently I moved like a swagger king
Despite her intriguing, yet intimidating dimensions
Her over-whelming presence kept my faith
And then, the final straw
Now, centimeters away was this "Diva"
With all the courage I could muster
I suddenly morphed into a stutterer
The face was a total mis-match
I lost my quintessential syntax
Before I could say the words, I realised a truism
Never judge a book by its cover
I just did...
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