Each time I think of her she buffles me
These fond memories of her entangle me,
At times I don't know what to say, coz she always leaves me in dismay.
She appears to be humble
Constantly thinking about her will make even the strongest of men stumble .
It gets ever difficult to know her as each day passes by
But to unravel this mystery woman is something am willing to try.
She always finds a way to smack off the frowns on my face
They disappear, yes without a trace
She is not like the others who live a life that's not theirs
Am buffled coz this type of honesty is so rare .
Yes no fake lifestyle she says
I just hope that she will stick with her motto always.
I did some snooping and I think she likes "red"
Yesternight I saw her in my dreams with roses on her head.
Am not sure what's going on but lately I've been feeling blue
Or maybe it's just my sick mind getting to me coz I know she likes blue
I might end here but I know that the story of this mystery woman I will hold ever so dear
Wether it's pretense or her real self am not sure
I don't know
But am not the kind to go on and open such doors
I asked her to define herself today
But all I got was a big "no! " and I was left in dismay
No worries, it's cool if she wants to hold back
This poem ends here , it's high time I cut myself some slack.
©henryjr
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