Not a day goes by that I’m not graced with her presence;
So close at times I can almost smell her essence.
Her fiery attitude to me is quite amusing;
And that look in her round browns is oh so seducing.
Clearly those browns are not pointed in my direction;
Pay close attention and you’ll notice her selection.
Her youth is her sight and blindness at the same time;
Which holds a positive and negative for my seasoned mind.
And it really doesn’t matter cause she’s already claimed;
Furthermore and forever more I don’t play certain games.
I just want to know her, want to know what she likes;
Want to know what she dreams in the middle of the night.
Want to know of her favorite memories as a child;
Want to know what drags her down and what drives her wild.
I just want to know her, her secrets and lies;
What makes her laugh, what brings tears to her eyes.
I truly want to know what she will do for a friend;
Even more so what she will do for her man.
Folks in life come and go with a blur;
So while the timing is right I just want to know her.
Troy Simmons
DOC #A405559
Wonderful poem.
That’s Beautiful Baby