Bowie said it best, we passed upon the stairs I'm that breed of Cat try to keep it evenly Stevens, meaning my mindset Is pampered and bared Handled with care Centered like Yusef She said have we met, unprepared This masterpiece shared a glare reserved I heard the rhythm simplistic only words she spared Gentle as a baby's breath, educated That was quite clear I left her with an open question You believe in infatuation, if I loved you to death? Would the future appear To be decorated I could lean on you, like over-compensation She brought me to completion with simple conversation Plus she radiant As men, find the fear of love is real This type of light Won't let it in, let it disappear But Bowie said it best, we passed upon the stairs Inspiration in the female form Fell for it, she spoke like chorus as she flipped my script in that moment I admit it, speechless That's rare