Your hair pulled in all directions The sheets left in widespread devastation My pillows flooded like global warming happened What is this all about my friend? You disappeared at dawn after we sunkissed You don't like to be hinged but sure love to be missed Tell me : is your life made of good mornings and goodbyes Half-truths and white lies Aubades And charades Promised lands And no man's lands? Silence... You embody the paradox of existence No, You don't answer to nobody, no never But when you do, you don't take no for an answer You leave no stone unturned Nor any bridge unburned Full-figured like the number 8 You box above your weight And sometimes You hit below the belt To make your presence felt Look! I'm just trying to mend fences Get in your good graces You are so hard to pick apart 'Cause when you're not a piece of work, you're a work of art Made for poets to contemplate For philosophers to debate You're lavender like the scent of clean clothes Sugar and spice in a healthy dose Tender like mint and fresh almonds You take me from grief to bliss in a few seconds Just like a Porsche goes from 0 to 100 But this ain't German engineering By any reckoning Oh my Dear Enigma always highly regarded This is more like divine intervention When in your determination You stand bold Against everything you've been told You defy the odds and go against all norms And the world finally understands then Why storms Are mostly named after women! And the world really understands then Why storms Are mostly named after women!