She Keeps Me Guessing

she keeps me guessing i tell her i hate surprises she knows i am a terrible liar my eyes are stop signs multiplied by obviousness therefore, i have gotten so now that i just don't bother to ask instead, i just accept and be thankful and merry see, i could still be by myself in a world of darkness passing gas for conversation she still continues to knock on the door of my life though at times i feel i am not worthy i mean, as beautiful as she is, man, she could have anybody she very well pleases however, for some reason she ended up choosing me i look for signs of regret, but all i see are smiles of love and admiration i accept it all for i was once apart of a fatal statistic oftentimes we question when we should be basking of the glory of the Blessing i am wet and damp with gladness and gratitude as a direct result, i change the whole direction of my personality's attitude nowadays when i guess, i save the bows just as she asks me too contentment treats me well we say our prayers together at the end of each day....along with her....