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