I remember her well

she had a milk chocolate tone

Chinese eyes and high cheek bones

and a way of enveloping a room

with her spirit and African perfume.

When she walked she had a strut

thighs like diamonds with the finest cuts.

Without heels she stood an even 5’7

and carried a light that was from heaven.

She was graceful and had a taste for class,

with mad rhythm in her hips like cool jazz.

Indeed she was very intoxicating to the eye

with certainty this young lady was fly.

 

I remember her

and once upon a time I loved her

 

She stole my heart like a thief,

blurred my sight and all my emotional beliefs.

She played childish games with my mind

I didn’t believe that she was that kind.

She was so beautiful but yet so selfish

Always wanting things done her way.

She was slick like a panther on the prowl,

a devil at night and an angel during the day.

 

I remember her

                                               

She came like a quiet storm into my life

doing all the beautiful things I desired in a wife

and when I least expected it

she stuck me like a butcher’s knife with strife.

 

I remember her

and once upon a time I loved her

I remember her well

and once upon a time I loved her