She's My Gal A Villager Pearl Poem by me poet yeps poet

My country lover she is

Such lovely imagery
can be conceived by a lover only

She flies away like a butterfly
you say
it may be warm in the month of May

She dashes to the deserts
feels deserted maybe
to the top mountains awaiting her
a hermit maybe

She is going around in circles only
poverty is her ordained gift could be

she's in everlasting search of a lover only
who would be enchanted by her beauty lovely
maybe

If you were also in love with her
she'd accept you lovingly

Confusion of mind
a gal does find
guys running only for one thing
sad no love can anyone define

she is a lovely gold mine
maybe she one day
becomes thine