Kerry Cherry

Miss Cherry, oh Miss Cherry,
Like the petals of a flower so merry,
She blooms with grace and beauty rare,
A sight so lovely, one can't help but stare.

She's like the cherry, juicy and red,
Her sweetness lingers long after she's fled,
I call her Kerry Cherry for she's my delight,
Her presence alone brings so much light.

Her fragrance fills the air like a summer breeze,
A scent that puts even the finest perfume to ease,
It's like a kiss from heaven, so divine,
Making my heart skip a beat like a red wine.

But like bees guarding their honey,
She's elusive, and I can't have enough of her company,
For she's the one I yearn to hold and cherish,
My Miss Cherry, the one I love and nourish.

Miss Cherry, oh Miss Cherry,
A rose in bloom, a sight to see,
With every step, she graces the ground,
A queen so regal, a treasure found.

Her voice is soft, like a summer rain,
It soothes my soul, erasing all pain,
And every word she speaks is like a melody,
A song that fills my heart with ecstasy.

Her touch is gentle, like the morning dew,
It's like a magic potion that makes me anew,
And when she holds me, I feel so alive,
Like a bird soaring high up in the sky.

Oh, Miss Cherry, my love, my queen,
Your beauty, your grace, so serene,
I'll cherish you forever, until the end of time,
And in your arms, I'll find my rhyme.