[Verse 1: Illogic]
She’s a temptress, exotic mistress, unknown origin
She’s molded with purpose, perfectly proportioned
She’s chiseled masterpiece from head to tippy toe
She’s energy embodied easily, I eased in slow
She’s soft talks, coffee sips under moonlit sky
She’s long walks and foreign trips that slipped my mind
She’s but a moment in time, a precious grain of sand I held in my hands then after the wind, hard to find
A mere memory, my thoughts won’t escape
She’s love tempting me to recycle mistakes
She’s a dove with clipped wings
She’s an example of potential untapped and lost in the song she sings
She’s only an ink blot on the page
Precious poems penned and personified on stage
She’s dark eyes, dark skin and dark hair
She’s all lies, I fell prey to the petrified stare
A lost chapter of my book
I only gave a piece of my heart, the rest she took
She’s deceptive, trust, used lust as a spear
She’s manipulative whispers that still pierce my inner ear
She’s fear bled, each tear shed, I hear splash
She’s near death and still yet, she just laughs
She’s politics, religion, the other half
She’s obvious, all her predictions they came to pass
She’s a yesterday that echoed
She’s wilted rose petal, I need to let go
She’s a tomorrow that died, but she’s life to me
The living history I cried
[Verse 2: Lionesque]
Yes, she holds the apple in her palm
Now the apple’s in your eye, look at the history, why cry?
She’s not to blame for those days you chose to take a shorter way up out of misery so dry eye
She’s sure the one to offer tissue when her eyes conflicting issues
Piercing down upon your pride
She’s put in place to trade the pipers for the gathering of soldiers on the final hour’s due time
She holds the list in your [?], automatic
Don’t shoot the messenger, she plays her role, problematic
She’ll be the first to tend your tempered soul
With the softness of her bosom, rest assured your head she’ll hold
Chiseled masterpiece unfold
She’s artistry in every way all angles are exposed
Yet not weathered by the elements of man’s selfless impediment
She’s one who holds her own
Though she withers, she renews, fruitful fields even for fools

[Verse 3: Illogic]
She’s beauty beyond bounds
She’s open windows, spring breeze
Wind chime rings a site beyond sound
She’s bee stings and honey comb drippings
She’s sweet poison posing apocalypse I’ll die kissing
She’s lipstick laced lollipop love I can’t reach
Misplaced keys to a class I can’t teach
She’s picnics and sunbeam showers for hours
She’s incense in some dreams, her sin flowered
She’s power and sacrifice after life she lives
A lantern of dimming light they never like to give
She’s pretentious acorn with trapped oak tree
She’s prison bars for the many stars her hands are holding
She’s love that lost its tongue
She silenced the branch fate sadly hung lifeless from
She lives sexy and sweats clever
She’s jigsaw-measured so it’s better we don’t fit together
She’s mother-figured, we held hands then cross streets
Expensive words and cheap sentences bought sleep
She’s a shadow with staff to herd sheep
She’s grass-is-greener demeanor no matter the score she keeps
Flagrantly fouled for the nature depth
Everything she bore to ensure that my ego shrinks
Her instinct to chip away until there’s nothing left
But she’s my very breath, my own chiseled masterpiece