Friend

A poem dedicated to my friend

She walks down the aisle
And everywhere there is freshness
Is it cos of the mint in her mouth,
Or the freshness of her eyes?
Bees do know how sweet she is
With her face blooming like a flower
It is a garden walking
The designs of her attire do add more beauty
With hands trendy,eyes as dove, and legs as doe
She makes the perfect figure
Simple as to say
She is beauty mystified
When she smiles she is a thousand Daffodils in full bloom
When she walks she is beauty impersonified
Having said all, one last warning
Don't mistake her to be an open book
Like all woman she has her own secrets