Scribbles

She stands clear and fair, Shining with emptiness of scribbles, Wanting ink her skin to taint, She stands still unwritten on, bare. . Her body shows she yearns words, On her to be sewn, How she would love them to be permanent, On her eternally written. . She stands clear and fair, Shining with emptiness of scribbles, Wanting ink her skin to taint, She stands still unwritten on, bare. Gerry Sikazwe . Poem Style: Gerry Picture: Google (Author Unknown)

 Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Pleasing to the eyes; most fortunate to have a gaze,  Unique, beyond all what lead lines ever drew or feather scribbles ever said,  Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Soaked in sticky hypnotizing charms, hearts to always raid,  Sophisticatedly quizzical, as if glopping through a darkened maze,  Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Pleasing to the eyes; most fortunate to have a gaze.  Gerry Sikazwe  Model: Angelina Shamz  Picture By: Xander (Vantage Point)

 Love is for the weak,  And wine for the strong.  I'm a valiant knighted warrior,  One who has no nature of frailty,  But what shall I be?  But what shall I do?  Now, that my heart a lass has plucked,  Now that she holds it deep in her hands.  Must I drink wine and so lose thoughts of her into tots?  Or must I just fall in love and weak forever be?  Love is for the weak,  But wine is for the strong. Gerald Sikazwe