She is...
A longing...For someone to hold her hand tight With no worries no fright She wishes to cross the limits see beyond horizon what lies... No she wont so easy commit Yet to find her summit... With her head held high she searches- For an arm to hold A soul to mould A shoulder to rest Herself to nest A hug to cry a flower to sigh... No she dont need a reason to love She aint that rough Dont need a season to kiss she's fine with a peck, u got it miss Dont need flowers to bring a smile she's fine to walk a mile... Boy you may think for a while... That mine aint new for the hit find yourself a better fit.. yeah she knows the pain It aint in vain That soul is very much alive But still a bit naive... O boy what you staring at She aint a dying rat Hell with your assumptions That are beyond redemptions... Respect if you may She's a tough neigh A woman looking for a tough horse for hay...