A Different Kind of Heart

Say what? Almost my pen refuses to speak of it It knows it exists, but not how A woman with a good taste of jewellery Gold never grows old I could sing of this one the whole night A woman supervisor who never smiles at SOME of her employees And I thought highschool days were over Surely she can cook some termination schemes to get rid of those that are not of her taste Doesn't she not have the power? A woman that dances to lighten my sad face Her silky playful moves Smilling from one ear to another This one, saved my last smile Now my pen will go to sleep, Petitioning for a happy graft