She whispers in your ear
the secrets of her soul.
The passions locked inside her heart
she puts in your control
Her voice is like dew drops
falling on snow.
Where her heart will lead you
no one will ever know.
Her eyes are like a novel
no one has ever read.
I wish i knew the phenominal things
she dreams inside her head.
londiwe buthelezi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-34/
