Aphrodisiac Farah

The salty smell of the sea breeze,
The wind as it flits through the palm trees.
The waves that crash onto the shore,
And the most wondrous woman ever bore.

With eyes of a mesmerizing black,
A voice of pure melody.
A gown where glitters never lack,
Looks no earthly woman can parody.

A fashion sense that is impeccable,
A hair never gone astray.
A touch so soft and gentle,
Like the first sun lit rays.

She holds a heart of pure brilliant fire,
Something that is a likened to compassion and honesty.
Love is the only thing that can light its pyre
She holds all in perfect amity.

This poem is written in her name,
For her solely to claim.
This is to thank her for all the times she cared,
Whenever I was sorely misled.
So thank you FARAH for being there.
This is for all that we have shared