She's a woman who's red-blooded A woman with a strong heart Who still believes in love Even if you don't
But, I believe she'll be The same woman I met at 3 during 5 Where she was sitting On a comfortable bench And was so ravishing. The same woman Who eats icecream And still crave for some.
I'm not even done, She's the only exception In my chapter Hope is a dangerous thing, But I hope She'll be in the next book.
Sorry, this is me trying to say I love you I write so strange poems with beautiful words