PLAGUED

I could write about you for days on end
But to prevent me from doing that, I'll touch on the lighter subjects
I've already scribed about you a couple times, one being your beautiful mind
The others about some complex subjects we shouldn't rewind to
It's weird how we connect on such a quizzical perch; we climbed to
It's crazy the plateau your physical looks surpassed
I'm still trying to fathom the peak that your mental took
Funny how a woman only lasts if she understands my quota
And how we don't fight if things don't go right
We both know the boundaries to our focus
I could explain y o u in a way only you'd be able to fix in...
"A ridiculously intelligent and livid woman with the world at her fingertips.
That seems to hide her true beauty behind windows that become more tinted.
She's an 'all for the better', free-spirit. Addicted to anything that makes her soul jerk.
Never close-minded, beautiful EVERYTHING.
Always trying to change for the better outcome; i.e. be it a wedding ring.
Grown ass woman that doesn't get what she deserves." .

Especially when you try and get to know her, and she's apprehensive
Or if I tell her, "things are alright",
And she CAN tell I'm not being ALL THE WAY truthful
By the tone of voice I use for that sentence
I love how she'll read this and instantly know this is my comment in return
On how much I adore her. Writing and anything else she's enriched in
So if she's willing to listen, I'm willing to read back to her
That all the bullshit she DOES put up with; she doesn't deserve
Because she defines that overused, "beautiful", word.