Childlike smile she always shows
Underneath it all a true woman grows
But only a few men can take the blows
From her heart to his and only God knows
Who will have the pleasure
Of barring this sweet treasure
Praying that he meets the measure
Of what it is meant
To be loved by such a delicate instrument
All the time guys would try to be with her
Is she avoiding them or do they not meet the criteria
Is it something about them she doesn't like
As I too continue to contemplate the anxiety I feel from her touch
Just trying to make it through the night
Because the day prior she greeted me with her smile which felt so warm and so right
I would ask her how are u doing
Just to see if she is excited to see me
Hoping one day she will replace my company of misery
Slowly fading from the different approaches
While reading her reaction
Questioning if I should be myself
Or does she require intelligence, relativity, or a man of action
For home knows no one even close to her persona
A young natural haired queen
Who keeps up with her tumblir
With a charismatic personality that glistens to the surrounding world
Making everyday less crappy
Just as Michael Jackson's Liberian Girl
She be Jamaican me happy