I Remember Her

I remember her one tat And the fact that she wasn't fat, Then there was her lightly tanned skin And her tantalizing perfect grin. I remember her manicured fingernails Which lured and also compels, And the flawless makeup that she wore Her, I did adore. Then there was her bewitching eyes I swore that she was an angel in disguise, And the other attribute to her style It was her smile. I still remember her stylish hair And the beautiful clothes that she did wear, The hours and dollars that she spent on her look Probably deflated her checkbook. She could had posed in any fashion magazine Her beauty was truly meant to be seen, But, pictures of her were all ill-fated They don't exist, like her they were cremated. Randy L. McClave