A burgundy dress,
A blood red smile.
She was dressed to impress,
Beautiful, attractive and all in style.
Her face caked in colour,
Blue eyes now darker, mysterious.
Cold dark heart, a lethal viper,
Body of a model, mind ingenious.
A floral pink dress,
An innocent yet devilish smile.
Her mind would impress,
What her form lacked in style.
Her face as fresh as a rose,
Bright blue eyes, not at all serious.
Yet at her arrival, people feet froze.
Body didn't matter, mind ingenious.
Ten years kept these girls apart,
After all, they shared one true heart.
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