She is These Days

She is the one that makes me wonder Why am I here? Shall I be with her? Shall she be with me? Her hair is blonde like the morning sun And her curves are greater than an artist's finest painting. She has the soul of a child and the mind of a Wiseman. She has been through much As have I. We have many tales to share. Good and bad Old and new What does …

…boyfriend after all, Good news for you my friend. It's getting late? You have to go? Ok, see you next time. And the night is behind you. Tomorrow is even better. Half a shot on a moonlit night, Driving home I saw you. While I was passing through. Your hair and beautiful body walking through space. Or maybe it wasn't you. It could have been my imagination. I don't trust my eyes much these days.