The Woman I Love

Lord, am not complaining Am just giving you a field report On the woman I love The Lady I love does not know left from right Am not using a metaphor, I simply mean left from right She pesters me with bright passions and loves me right It could be a coincidence, but she also takes sprite Thanks lord, she is all so beautiful, loving and bright Yet still, she can not tell her left from right, And I don’t mean wrong from right She is a cute little bunny And a thousand times funny she just laughs off her fears Yet cries over pizza with real tears She is truly such a sight and to earth she is downright She is outright like sunlight and a great sight like moon light But still. She can’t tell her left from right.