I just met her a week ago and
I can still smell her as the days go
Never have I felt such zeal for a lassie
A gnarl feeling is beginning to spiral
I'm starting to think my minds tired
Or just crazy

She's the girl of my dreams
The one I see when I sleep
I love the way that she speaks

With my phone I'm never wondering who should I call
I'd like to say we met at the mall
Just to make this poem rhyme but we met at a time
Were a mall was not an option

I treasure her affection,  let her know I'll never desert her
But that's a lie
We aint God , so we make promises we can't reach
You're lier till proven honest

So in the sense of the word "Honest" you can't preach