Complexity of a Woman

Be the love you never received 
See the complexity of a woman 
She's delicate like a flower 
Those roots 
They could touch the earth’s core 
So, misunderstood 
Her face set in stone 
That soft, bored gleam 
Only a few could shatter 
Unbothered, 
but her presence is so warm you can't help but to be her shadow
What is it that lurks under the surface 
What would you like to know? 
How old she is 
Her name 
Or is she tasty? 
It's the little things that matter 
Now, don't be hasty 
Seduce her mind
You'll know when her body is ready 
Maybe it's that yearning look
It's time 
Remember her taste 
Those encouraging faces 
Time to figure out the complexity of that flower