By David Jomo
My girl is insane
She does not think well
When she sees me from a mile
She wears a sweet smile
FlirtingΒ with her delicious lips
And condense her dimples
That she looks like an angel,
Reciting glory
She then runs fast
My dear is faster than a deer
With arms aside
As wings of a descending eagle
SheΒ meets me on the way
I say my girl is mad
Totally out of her mind
She then jumps on my shoulder
Like a lion pouncing it’s prey
Her eyes looking up
With small giggles in her mouth
Happy one
She then sways on me
Like a possessed monkey
She does not care
That she might fall down
So I hold her tight
Fearing she might hurt
Cause I know she is just mad.
Mad in love,
And I got her heart .
Β©Joweda.
