Free Cee I Wonder About a Wondrous Woman
I WONDER ABOUT A WONDROUS WOMAN
How could the woman know me so well?
How can the woman be so wise?
The lady knows she is Heaven and I am Hell
yet we've never looked in each others eyes
she sends me missives like missiles through my mind
waking me up to what I need to know most
i've never brushed my arm against hers but I can tell she's ultra-kind
and she never demands, gives wrong advice or begins to boast
I write something down and she only need read every other line
yet she knows precisely the reason i'm writing
she takes mediocre and makes it into something i'm proud to call “mineâ€
and I never get insulted or angered if her comments are bitter or biting
how could a woman I hardly even know know me the way she does?
she dons no costume, no camouflage and certainly no disguise
the lady seems not only to know the “now†but even what was
and all I know with certainty is that the woman is wondrously wise
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