A Delicate Beauty
I look into her beautiful eyes,
a picture hanging on the wall.
Her skin is fresh and face so pretty,
her lips are full, a stunning beauty.
A sensuous being she had it all,
a woman who towers before she falls.
Trapped within the ships of power,
the devil reaches out to devour.
One lonely night found in her bed,
this precious beauty was surely dead.
As promised, my poem is about an
actress who left us in her prime,
Marilyn Monroe
Written for the challenge: Surprise
Moderator: Meleana
By eboneee
© 2008 eboneee
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