For she was

To be told of her is not to find anything but the words that describe her. She was amidst color brown and in her midst was the serpent's tongue. She had foliage for hair and was addressed to be no one's guy. You see you are my guy she said and could have stopped but she told me to talk instead of her always start and I'll stop you there. It was shocking how she couldn't have been but precious mine was her gold. Well don't look at me like that its not like I stole it but its mine she said. All mine. And perhaps she'd get to it. Fondness was not recalled as she resumed that there in call was a stranger who had thought her national treasure.