I don't have that special curve of my hip,
Or trimness of tummy.
But each awkward curve,
Has a purpose.
I don't have that elegant sway,
that would make a cat proud.
But when I walk...
You will know I'm around.
I don't have the special sharp wit,
To keep you entertained,
But what I do say,
Will have you laughing into next year.
I don't have the nightingale's voice
That one would assume.
But I can definitely carry a tune.
I do not have a man
To call my own... yet.
But I do have one waiting,
For me to walk by,
With my awkward curves,
And my not so elegant sway,
And my humorous comments,
And my not so bad voice...
And he will make me feel,
Like the most beautiful creature he has ever seen smile
 Wamakai · Sun Jun 05, 2011 @ 09:24pm · 0 Comments |
