Quirky
A fair and rare jewel.
I like it that she’s unusual, I prefer knowing she’s that way, She is a fair and rare jewel, And never fails to make my day.
Quirky is cool and peculiar, Outlandish zany and bizarre, It rings a bell that’s familiar, And makes this girl a star.
A star that shines in the morning, And glows in my heart all night, She came into my life without warning, She shines like a burning light.
She walks and talks in rare etudes, A feeling we both share, Will she be the one under the sun I wonder if we’ll dare.
Sailing in a saloon-like ship, Along the long South Coast, All equipped for the trip, She moves through the air, just like a ghost.
There’s a semblance of strangeness, Idiosyncratic and unconventional too, She arrives armed with her changes, A star out of the blue.
She’s quirky and she’s different, To the usual, mundane and morose, She’s part of the swirling current, I can feel her coming close.
When I wake up in the morning, With a smile on my dial, The sun floods in without warning, When you arrive with your magic smile.
©
David Rudder 21st July 2021
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