Like a beautifully written masterpiece
You can’t quite figure out.
A finger you use to trace a map
But you just can’t find the route.
Maybe this time she will succumb
You think to yourself twice.
Maybe this trail of breadcrumbs will lure her
Or perhaps these gems will suffice.
She’s a shield you use in battle
When the storm just never ends.
The one time, through gritted teeth
You agreed to just be friends.
The deliverance you requested
When you forgot to settle the score.
The one time, In Qatar
You forgot what it was all for.
She could never deliver you from evil
Yet she casts some lovely spells.
It’s only that they deal with the heart
That’s what this write tells.
They say she is like a Rembrandt
While you toy with child’s art.
It is as if you would rather have 1000 lessor
Than to really give your heart.
She’s a masterpiece of confusion
The kind you can’t seem to avoid.
The eyes, the heart the everything
You wish were all destroyed.
Now you cannot get her out of your head
No matter how many you’re with.
She seems to have something over you
Yet your friends tell you that’s a myth.
She’s a concoction of your reality
An effervescent fruit.
She gleams and shines through everything
And you answer with “she’s cute?”
Perhaps your grasp of language
Isn’t exactly taken to task.
But a very important question is at stake
If you would only take the time to ask.