If poetry was a person

If poetry was a person,
A mysterious woman , she would be I am certain.
With a very attractive  skin,
Her oceanic eyes would have drowned her readers for a spin.
Beaming smile perfect for the go,
She would gracefully drape herself with metaphors and oxymorons ,
Looking just perfect for the show.!
Her eyes deep like an ocean,
Housed  phrases and verses full of emotion.

If poetry was her in person,
I would witness her ecstasy, being adorned with poetic diction.
I would wipe her tears at times,
For being left incomplete without words
Thus reduce her melancholic chimes.

I would hold her tight and dance,
To the rhythm of her voice.
Raising a toast  for every success
It would keep us bonded with moments to eternally rejoice.

At times holding back her gushing thoughts inside,
She would showcase her brilliant smile with a sense of pride.
Enjoying each passing moment of happiness,
She would be the woman of substance with her man by the side.

Thanks,for all women are thus the masterpiece poetic creation of the creator himself.

© unblossomedyet