Fijy

My heart bloom with
Memoir of my felicity
Before dark
An encounter with 
My conscience 
Will arouse my ego
A dusk before dawn
O'Connor street
Lest I get started
I'll ponder....
My Conscience 
Littered with anxiety 
I decide to stay my course
My guts will brace no fear
I remind me
Fijy...
So elegant
Her SMS was graceful
My heels feel fatigue 
As dusk begins to set in
Am gutted with passion
Lest she crops up
Yet I wonder
Lest I stay the course
And walk the alley
I'll wait for Cinderella 
Lest my ego stinks
Before I brace the dawn
I'l trace her path 
And find her perfume
Fijy...
Insanely beautiful
Her SMS was graceful 
As my ego eludes me
My thoughts are invaded 
By her prudence
Like that of a peacock 
Should I say yes
And share my frustration 
My curiosity is calmed by
The thoughts of the
Rainbow in her eyes
That at least is reassuring 
Tick tack, tick tack
My clock slowly ticking away
Should I say no
Not for the records
Her name constantly 
Signed across my hearth
Fijy...
So Eloquent. 
Her SMS was colorful 
What's in this for me..
I ponder
Lest she has the last laugh
Her ebony skin
Like a jojoba oil
My courage the wiz of my art
I adore her Innocence
I"ll walk the mile
For her chastity
Her mind ever so thoughtful 
As I stay put 
Listening to the tunes 
From my hearth
I realize that
I yawn for
Her
Fijy...
Her SMS was my mirror
And her mirror my shadow

Author's Note