A Sculpture Of Beauty (Unedited)

This girl is the type imagined in dreams

A sculpture of beauty (though that sounds extreme)

She seems like a princess that knows she’ll be queen

Or maybe a model from some magazine

Whenever she’s seen people will stare

She kindly responds with her nose in the air

But it wouldn’t be fair to say she’s a snob

It isn’t so easy to be a heartthrob

It’s not for a job which she goes to each day

That her features are blessed in each little way

And maybe she’s lucky for how she turned out

But she is the cutest beyond any doubt

Her black hair about as dark as could be

Calls to the world that she’s something to see

While her pretty, black eyes stay on alert

Always on guard so she doesn’t gets hurt

She never wears skirts; they just aren’t her style

But no one has seen her without a big smile

And while she is smiling she’ll steal a heart

But one man’s her baby; till death do they part

No work of art could compare against her

Her innocent aura is gleamingly pure

She stirs up emotions in all that she’s met

This is one woman no one will forget

Charlotte’s her name and she sleeps on my bed

And loves when I’m scratching her cute, puppy head

Copyright © 2007 Kenneth W. McCardell