Women they come & go,
Whatever the case,
Find a pure soul they say,
Rest will fall into place...
Pure souls are hard to come by,
Harder to retain,
Maybe I found one,
Hoping she’s not fictional, like a mermaid...
Been talking to her for a few days,
Still can’t get enough of her cute face,
Purity oozing from her soul,
She could reignite my slowly fading glow...
Oceans apart,
Yet so close,
She has a kind heart,
Here’s hoping that she’ll leave mine in tact...
She claims to have issues,
Isolation helps her heal,
That’s how we’re alike,
Funny how she makes me feel...
With an old head on her shoulders,
She’s wiser than her years,
Now if I could see her cute face again,
It’ll take away all my fears...
She helps everyone around her,
She’s everything right in a world so unfair,
In my eyes she’s an angel,
All that is missing is the flowers in her hair...
Now if her soul ever had a colour,
It would never be just one,
With her colourful personality,
It is like the rainbow around the sun...