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...

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