Down the Block

living down the block, I think of my Sheri her beauty, her cares, her lovely hair and when she thinks of me we share our time sipping wines and her laughter shatters the air my voice and humor has the things that always takes her there I listen very carefully when she say's that I'm her man I try to lend her sympathies when she's being sad I offer her but simple things she strangely pays me back each day I do without her is a day when I do lack She kisses me when I come and leave A sign for me that I can believe She puts her arms around my neck and leave impressions on my chest There is no one I can compare to her very few women's ways with her occurs she never looks for little gifts Like other women that have their list All she craves is time and wine and a little taste of valentine My feeling that I'm hers and she's mine could only be cursed by the end of time