I Don't Know Why I Cherish Her Poem by Driven Endowed

I don't know why I cherish her,
Perhaps it is her way of talking,
Her way of twerking,
Or her being in a bar.

I don't know why I cherish her,
On it I was defeated by a small fry Boxer,
In which Mayweather cant stand with my bla,
But I was knocked down by a trainee who called of Sir.

I don't know why I cherish her,
On it I thought deeply to know the reason,
On it I went deeply in my Car,
But I couldn't hook it in return like Mike Tyson.

I don't know why I cherish her,
I tears apart my thought for the core truth,
I took a wall and I exclaimed with ha!
But I couldn't uproot the root.

I don't know why I cherish her,
Maybe I should accept how God made it,
For me to feel the breeze with her,
In order to be on a diet with what I eat.

I don't know!