Beauty Curse
Itoro, most gorgeous of all
Blonde long hair, dropped through spinal
Brown bulgy pupil, her stare is a call
Ruby tender lips, her word is final.
Men craved for her pleasantry,
Her aura makes the devious act honest
Elegance conceals her peasantry,
Dressed in a golden smile like a goddess.
Itoro longed to fall in love someday
But men dreaded her brilliant looks
Around her they flocked all day
Yet no appetite to eat what her heart cooks.
A too-good-to-be-true kind of lady
Every man’s dream, no man’s reality
A beauty admired daily,
Yet a friendly hostility.
Itoro’s beauty was an exquisite curse,
Robbed her of her secret desire
Her goodness earned a wicked purse
Wishing to be born again, she needs a love-messiah.
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