Madonna

She drowns in pinky laces placing face to morning sun,
Counting to ten and he is near on bended knees,
He`s her numerous but she`ll be always number one,
They`re both like heaven and earth beneath…

Diamonds, jewelry and kisses – she has simply in galore,
She burst in like a hurricane when he just opened his door,
Like southern wind he leaves the subtle traces on her skin,
It`s just seductive game he cannot win.

She`s Madonna, she is hard for him to chew,
She`s super gorgeous like expensive diamond ring,
Her skin is silky, rare tears like morning dew,
She`s intricate and like a Scorpio she has a sting.

She plays her role and definitely worth for praise,
She cries before him smiling loudly alone,
Her beauty`s cold, indifferent smile on the callous face,
She`s beauty queen sitting solemnly on golden throne.

One day she`ll break his heart with smile of regret,
She`ll walk with tears running down like salty diamonds,
She knows she`s perfect girl he can`t forget,
She shows her feigned tears leaving him in bitter silence.

She`s icon of the style, she`s the embodiment of love,
She moves like swan is gliding down the crystal lake,
She`s everything she ever dared to dream of
But life will show that gems and rings are simply fake.

One day she`ll meet someone and pay for lots of tears,
One day she`ll reexamine all her views and pompous grace,
She`ll spend a lot of time in bitter strife with lonely years,
She`ll count every tear near mirror with her wrinkled face.