As I write <br /> <br />she sits on a porch blowing wind at the trees <br /> <br />speaking in a language foreign to my ears <br /> <br />admiration ensues.. <br /> <br />she bends tree trunks with her native whispers <br /> <br />behind every strong man you'll find a weakness for her <br /> <br />her eyes lure me into a covenant <br /> <br />Hers forever...no doublethought <br /> <br />Ayo Nisha' <br /> <br />they'll never figure us out, my love...
