My First Stare Went To This Woman

My first stare went to this woman

Dressed by a red soft tissue

And above her this small cupidon

Of love he is a clue

Who is he gonna choose ?

With his bow and arrow

Trying to prevent the moove

The women , innocents

Take hands and dance

One second before the arrows glance

Vera Shimunia

I used to have one in my room 👌

When I can only hear,

The sound of my own voice

I'm the only soul here

But was it a choice ?

Not really, but I have space

To think about everything

Make the point about that race

We're all pursuing

What if we make a pause

To be close to ourself