A Detour In Love
Her mother gave her the swit name beloved
She is dark and pretty with a smile that
Leaves many smitten fantasizing in secrecy
She has a face I can read and am prying
Into her thoughts with a subtlety yet I know
She can percieve my psychic drone of thots
I try to drown her fay mind with emotive vibes
She is talented I listen to her sweet lilting voice
She writes and hopes to make it in the arts
I nudge her on.. listen to you're heart..
Let us get a glimpse of you're beautiful soul
She is wary previous disappointments and pain
Have made her untrusting of my kind...
I aim to nurture the best in her and the only way
Is via an overdose of love her kind so crave
Am being deliberately manipulative having
Had a glimps at her future I have to mold her
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