Violet is my choice of hue
Oddly though, she's my dear too;
Who I gazed at Tyler's realm
But symbiosis greatly extended.
A woman? A child? She can thou confuse.
Whose silhouette shows a lady of age.
In reality, a size of thy niece;
But with heart and smile outrage!
Fiercely clothed in snobbish looks;
Dressed to kill and shoes to stab.
But her soft embrace thou wouldn't want unhooked,
For she gives thee comfort, others dare to grab.
How odd is odd a life can be?
But Violet can set you free!
PP
17 September 2008
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