Magical Thumb

Her thumb, round and dull,
Curved like the crescent moon,
Fit perfectly in the ideal standard,
As if it was meant to be inspected,

With each movement, it dances,
Gracefully and peacefully,
Her thumb smiles at me,
Just as I smile at it,

As she typed her life away on her phone,
Fast as a raindrop on a window,
So hungry for movement,
its force could break the world,
It shines brightly,
It smiles brightly,
It becomes bright,
So bright that looking at it pains,

Her thumb is like a secret weapon,
Powerful yet discreet,
Capable of taking over the whole world,
While capturing the eyes of all,

By looking at her thumb,
One can tell her spirit,
Lively and lovely.