Honey, what are you made of?
I threw stones at you.
I smeared you in black
But you never blinked an eye.
Honey, I am not an ordinary man
I am a man of honour.
Whoever I touch with my pen
Becomes my avid fan.
Honey, I must admit you are different
Have you fetish for only oldies?
They are so soft and meek
And don't have diamond cutters!
I admit you have the style
Panache, flamboyance and skill
I salute you from my heart
And promise not to bother again.
Pictures taken form the Internet
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