Eight hours with her feels like 60 seconds,
her heart screams love,
it makes me smile, it beckons
I brought her a cookie and it fell on the floor,
that’s okay I’ll bake a dozen more
Guys try to figure her out, they act real coy, I only see her as a bundle of joy
Flamed and embroiled she guards her heart,
dodging bullets she’s expecting a dart
Streaks of love laminate from her smile,
I’m so glad it’s my number she strikes to dial,
In Gypsy music she prefers Django,
bringing her to Rita’s she requests mango
It’s her taste, so it’s in my permanent note-book,
no one could steal it not even a crook
Boisterous and loud she draws an intimate crowd,
But those that listen to her, hear the silence of an innocent girl
OK…what’s this love all about…who and you?
Betty, More to follow 🙂
No doubt your thinking of a Spanish/ Latin women