My ego was forced to write her,
because she had beauty i never seen.
Stealth Diva achieving my mind so it seems,
the sweet essence of what constantly makes me think.
Natural beauty like rose pedals and babies yawning,
the winds that cool a hot summer's morning.
Peeled off the fruits of my thoughts that dare,
to compare her to the lovliest face that could ever stare.
I remain yielded to a thought that constantly flares,
Can U Handle It?