It was finally about time that I write you a poem
A collection of Johnny words that you can call all your own
A connection of subjects, adjectives and verbs
All put together to come up with this verse
I know little of you
But a lot of how you look
In a man's imagination
Your pictures can fill up a book
Your facial expressions
Sometimes cute, sometimes funny
Sometimes goofy, sometimes crazy
But with a smile always dipped in honey
And eyes sent from Heaven
A jawline of a cheetah
When you walk past the pigeons
They just can't believe that
Everything on you is real
You don't have a receipt for your curves
You were born the way you are
Nicole Pocahontas Velasquez.
