I Must Offer

I have written many poems With smiling faces along with themes I compliment friends for what they have been gifted My stand remains same and not shifted This photo frame is unique I am for praise not act as critique It has tremendous attraction Purely for simple woman She may be writer House wife or mother I must offer And shower praises in honor Her eyes speak of volumes And leaves behind perfume With touch of humanity That is needed for peace and durability I feel being teased As I try to peep through for more release She has in abundance Appeal With love’s stance Oh, hats down young lady I am lost already It is your gorgeous show Wind may gently blow Flowers may acknowledge And create new page With smell and fragrance For only one that is Nikki Anne