Italian Mystery

I’m a Jamaican man, wondering about this Italian Mystery She’s oh so beautiful, and I’m dying to know all her history Talked to her online, and now we’re meeting face to face All the words I once knew, have now vanished without a trace She about as tall as me, boy am I not a midget Standing strong and confident, managing not to fidget Her eyelids hang low, her pupils play hide and seek Got me guessing what she thinking whenever she speak Voice light and sweet, but carries heavy demand Smiles big and bright, until I reach out for her hand She got jokes from a riddle book, it’s such a shame Makes me worried she’ll beat me at my own game She lives her life for Christ, a daughter of God At the gates of heaven, we know she’ll get the nod Her personality’s addicting, is this a Godly drug Ask me if there’s even a such thing…….now I shrug.. Playful, sexy, and serious, yes all three in one Skills, powers, and tricks, no I’m still not done What’s with this Italian, how did she come about Solving this riddle, makes me wanna dance and shout The answer to all this is simple, cause now it’s for me I’m gonna keep it a secret, since it’s my Italian Mystery