He Looking For She
All of Shes were shes for me,
Till I felt the need to make it special,
The need arose God knows when,
But when it did it hurt me so bad,
That all the shes around me were not my she,
I looked and cared and craved,
I felt I was half and perhaps less,
Its not that I lacked choice,
But none could fit the billing,
Some even left me with more pangs,
And marked the traits I was looking for,
All of a sudden with a quirk the one I was looking for walked around,
And walked around so well that she became mine for good stead,
I was delirious and content and lived every moment a full moment,
The good scene came to an abrupt end,
When she told me one fine day,
That she had found the one she was looking for,
And it was for sure not me,
I still wonder if she was my she after all.
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