She is beauty.
She is grace.
Her face ever so lovely.
Makes the boys lose their pace.
She is everything I want to be.
Maybe even more.
But, those things don't come for free.
They don't come knocking on your door.
She has got you wrapped around her finger.
Something I never could achieve.
Just letting yourself linger.
Just letting yourself believe.
She is not me and I am not her.
There's nothing I could do.
She's taken, that's for sure.
But, I'm the one who feels for you.
August 17, 2017
