That Sexy Little Thing

She is a muse, she is like bird

She can amuse, she gives you birth

She is a mother, she is a child

She can't be bothered, she can't be wild

She's always there, she is one of a kind

She's not a sphere, she is purest mind

She's all we wanted, she's in control

She takes for granted, She is the flow

You wonder now, who is that girl

You surely know, we call it love.

Reviews

[EmpressPoetess]

great musing!!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Is this a tribute, an honor, or just a possession, nevertheless I like how it comes together. Nice work.