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Born to be loved Breathtakingly beautiful, born to be loved, The height of desire, one looks not enough. Double take, double take, got to be twice, Look over your shoulder, till she's out of Sight.
A woman of mystery, a dish of a dame, a Doll to be cherished, to set hearts aflame. She straddles the line between Heaven And Hell, she'll promise forever, if just for A spell.
She stands on a pair of the wisest of legs, She knows what she's doing, won't jump Into bed. She's nobodies fool, got brains On her side, she's cute, but she's smart Doesn't gamble with life.
Breathtakingly beautiful, a delight to the Eye, there are more men that want her Than stars in the sky. A heavenly notion, A muse of the Gods’, like Venus before Her, she was born to be loved.
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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