Tiara

I’m going through pages by pages; Trying to see whether you have any acquaintances Oh, look what I found A mystery looking pronoun The word I’m trying to forget Though it might be a threat To my mind and to my soul Whether in or out of my sole A girl with a beautiful smile Simple but having the style I took courage to look at those Either peeking or seeing while no one knows My words had been cut With your locution that had the gut; Or you can see my dearest writing Of my psyche and my fighting You look pretty wearing that tiara Although it will be dismayed by a sciara No, I will not let that happen To someone that is enthusiastically clappin’