Jackie - Feb 20

And just when I thought life was turning gray, A beam of sunshine cleaving clouds asunder Strolls into my sight and I must wonder, Who is this that I meet this moody day? That spotlight aura bends gravity around her, I’m attracted, drawn in by her mystique. And following her hypnotic physique, I try to speak—but stutter, then flounder. She’s tall, dark-haired, she’s beautiful as hell, Her sharp gaze is like a spear-tip piercing My helpless heart, her honey smile traversing The valley from cheek to cheek, and now I fall, Transfixed by her mystic gait. I think it’s true… Oh hush, I’m crushing on somebody new!