Where is she?
Radiating pure beauty?
The girl from when I was younger was afraid of getting cooties
Sparks fly when we meet
It's even hotter between the sheets
A smile that would make the sun pale
The beauty that would make Aphrodite jealous
Where is she?
Do I have to yell?
Oh Mr. time please do tell
Can you spin slower
So I may gaze upon her face
Before I finish this race called life
Oh how am I supposed to get by
When I miss you so
I long to kiss your face
And be wrapped in your warm embrace
Where is she I keep asking
Maybe I'll see her in passing
Where the gates are white
And babes fly with wings
Where is she
Till the next life
Where we walk hand and hand
The light calls and I must go
Where is she?
About the Creator
Deangelo Hines-Agan
I love to write it's a way for me to view the world from another person's view point. Hope you enjoy!!!
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