What a Lovely little mess she is,
In her Own little way she does things.
Lives Vivaciously within her heart.
Always Endearing to ones close to her.
She lives to Love with all of her heart,
Forever Yearning for someone to love her.
Letting her live take control of it's own heart.
In time she prays that it will be the one someday.
Ticking in her mind the sounds of her thoughts saying,
Tenderness is what I long for will my love come this time?
Learning along the way she is going to fall and fall hard she will,
Even opening her heart knowing there is a chance it will be torn apart.
No matter how much Man hurt her they just can't break her soul inside.
Her soul holds all of her Essence of sweetness bottled up waiting to be released.
No one holds her like She needs to be held tightly in someone's arms keeping her warm.
No one even tries to kisS her the way that she deserves to be kissed passionately by a loving man.
