She is the thought on my mind
I rolled up the paper
Dropping down my thoughts
Writing scripts, that’s my mind!

Writing about her beauty
She is the title of my poem
The phrase of my short story
She is the couplet of my sonnet.

I rolled the paper again
With stanzas, contentment
With script lines of her beauty
And her kind heart.

She is the one for me
The rider on my mind!