She giveth all to one man,
No,
A boy I mean!!
Such a stunning queen hidden between her bedroom walls,
Where photos are her gods,
And portrait is her fancy!!!
Yet that man called a boy isn't a man after all!!!!

Just a user of things good and true,
Just a slave to thine world,
In lost lovers stew!!!

Yet still she keeps on looking,
In dark and in light!
In day and in night,
Texting words,
Some spoken, some cried out loud,
Most unheard!!!!!

Yet covertly I see her fine exaltations,
I want to reach so much!!!!