** perfect u **
The danger of your concealed weapons
Is that they are not concealed at all
You have them full on show
A disarming charm
Smile upon coral pink lips
Conveying sensuality of expression
Hair in a fashionably uneven cut
Eyes of shifting horizon grey
All these unconcealed
Hide a truth of you
You know not weapon you wield
Power possessed over men
Those frail naïve creatures
Always so over confident
They seek to find some subterfuge
A conspiracy or spell
To explain why you so enthrall
When it is in fact they
Who upon your beauty illusions place
Deceive themselves with misconceptions
More than your perfection can carry
More than any mortal should lift
When all the beauty is you.
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