She was relentless,
like Pocahontas,
possessed the spirit
of experimentation,
pushed her limits
to the very brink.
O yes, I think some
labeled her
Miss Eveready,
she could go on forever.
And when she was through,
which was hardly ever,
she left reasons
on my back,
why they called her
Catwoman.
But to me,
always to me,
she was just plain old Angel.
The most beautiful one
in the cosmos.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
She was relentless,
like Pocahontas,
possessed the spirit
of experimentation,
pushed her limits
to the very brink.
O yes, I think some
labeled her
Miss Eveready,
she could go on forever.
And when she was through,
which was hardly ever,
she left reasons
on my back,
why they called her
Catwoman.
But to me,
always to me,
she was just plain old Angel.
The most beautiful one
in the cosmos.
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