She
Oh what a delight for me to see
The girl that I love, when she passes by me
Oh how I wish I could foresee
When I ask of her hand to be with me.
Simplicity, is she just like a lily
Until it blooms you won’t see its beauty
She never thought of things as complicated
Because of that she had me captivated.
She smiles and jokes like a child
And when with me is always mild
Her childish manners give her sweetness
This in turn loses my toughness.
Oh how I wish for her full attention
Because sometimes for her I am non existent
This is too bad for me when I mention
But for love I will always be persistent.
She will always be nostalgic
From time to time even it is tragic
Won’t she be mine, I don’t mind
But my love to her I will always find.
Copyright © Jhobeb Villasor | Year Posted 2011
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