Inconvenient

Nothing beats her beauty;

It is as if a rose and a whisper combined

To make the perfect match of a woman.

The fragrance around her is palpable

She moves within air

As if she were one with it.

His heart flutters at her voice

So enchanting and delightful

She is love, personified.

Her silky moves and sways

Brings him to places

He’s never been before.

Words have always escaped him

When she asked certain questions

Because feelings overwhelm him.

The love he carries in his heart for her

You could never measure

Nor define.

One day, while speaking to her

He told her

He found her

Inconvenient.

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