Soft & Shiny Curls

Someone, 

with a fire in her belly, 

and smile on her face...

And there's absolutely none, 

Allowed to knock off the grace..

A pretty head, 

stands on a proud neck... 

A mess of curls,

Eyes gleaming with intellect..

And there's absolutely no one,

Allowed to rob that curious mind,

Of its moments of peace..

Until he came along,

And her moments of peace, 

were replaced with butterflies,

and misplaced ease...

She missed him,
like the summer misses the rains...
She wanted him there,
by her side,
Almost everyday...

She didn't know,
what will become of them,

But
she didn't want to wait too much,
in trying to figure out a future untold...

So just hurry up there man,
Take her into your arms,
And kiss her like there's no tomorrow... 

Detangle this mess of thoughts & blurs,
only to reveal,
the bouncy, soft & shiny curls.. <3