He moves like fluid
His legs shift
From one side to the other
His voice can lift
Any being's spirits
Smooth, silky and thick
Like honey and cream
That doesn't stick
His smile brings butterflies
To those who love him
Forget about his looks
For his soul is like a cherubim
His tongue provides comfort
For those who hear it
Love flows from his heart
For all his fanatics.
Now he is not here
He is with his Creator
But the King still lives
In our hearts forever

We fans always love you Michael Jackson. This is just a tiny poem for my favourite singer!

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