Thick long black mermaids ,
cascades down the waist,
their subtle fall, their balletic bounce,
an ounce of health, beauty an ounce.
A cheval’s glass succors a glance,
I take the liberty to preen and prance..
The tresses, the curls, blush,
when Mom runs her fingers with a soft magical touch,
her grandiose pampering therapies ,
au reste the midas touch of granny’s modus operandi,
all set my hair to be proud-crested…
Oh!! Those golden adolescent days
When I emulated french and fishtail sexy braids…..
It was one lurid sunset in my life,
de Novo atmosphere along with even more strife,
The black,the lustrous , lost their supple,left marred,
ticklish to see them lying spiritless,scarred…
the extraneous whims to restore the elegance
all in vain, left them with frizz and rough split ends…
the water hit hard ,braids turned thin
With a heavy heart I made the scissors win
How I wish I had a rescue system like DOVE…
How I wish I would not have to sacrifice my first LOVE….
Long Lustrous shimmering braids were my passion ,
Once upon a time they were my proudest possession,
They always make me feel nostalgic
But do you think it’s too late for the magic??
NO .. NO..of course not!!
A true bond which brings together split ends,
it stood the test of time as true cherished friends,
Soft tender texture With DOVE rescue system
BEAUTIFUL BRAIDS WITH BEAUTIFUL ENDS.
Tell your friends NEVER SPLIT EVER