My September girl is a master of her own inner Sanctum. <br />Her beauty is paralyzing to onlookers, who never seen that side of her continent. <br /> <br />My September girl gave me all of her love, soul, body and attention. <br />She will always be a treasure in this man's heart. <br />Her beauty is art and when she would leave, he would ask where is thou art? <br /> <br />My September girl has an inner door, that can only be opened by a special key. <br /> <br />This key he did not obtain, for this chorus was, and is still in his mind, and brain. <br /> <br />Never can be to intoxicated off of her love, for she is like wine, and spirits, that never left a hangover. <br /> <br />My September girl comes from March, which can be seen as Mar's, for her visage was alien to me. What can I see when I look in her soul? <br /> <br />My September girl is Godly and deep. When she was with me she was asleep. <br /> <br />Now that she awoke from that cloud of smoke, <br />she realized her uncanny potential, her uncanny soul, and spoke of a dream where she was as sweet as September.<br /><br />Josephe Buchanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-girl/
