Italian Mystery

What's up with this mystery..

I’m a Jamaican man, wondering about this Italian Mystery

She’s oh so beautiful, and I’m dying to know all her history

Talked to her online, and now we’re meeting face to face

All the words I once knew, have now vanished without a trace

She about as tall as me, boy am I not a midget

Standing strong and confident, managing not to fidget

Her eyelids hang low, her pupils play hide and seek

Got me guessing what she thinking whenever she speak

Voice light and sweet, but carries heavy demand

Smiles big and bright, until I reach out for her hand

She got jokes from a riddle book, it’s such a shame

Makes me worried she’ll beat me at my own game

She lives her life for Christ, a daughter of God

At the gates of heaven, we know she’ll get the nod

Her personality’s addicting, is this a Godly drug

Ask me if there’s even a such thing…….now I shrug..

Playful, sexy, and serious, yes all three in one

Skills, powers, and tricks, no I’m still not done

What’s with this Italian, how did she come about

Solving this riddle, makes me wanna dance and shout

The answer to all this is simple, cause now it’s for me

I’m gonna keep it a secret, since it’s my Italian Mystery

Author's Note

This was just a little something written a few months back.