M-E-R-R--I-N-E-S-S-A
Merr is the nickname I'd like you to call.
A lady who stands a bit of tall.
Often seen in a house than in a mall;
for even a cent, got nothing at all.
Exists 'bout a year of four and twenty;
which I live it up with some charity;
and have grown wise and cute if not pretty.
That is what I am in all honesty.
Romantic I ain't that one of a kind;
neither I belive that love is blind.
It is the word TRUST that is hard to find.
So i just put myself simply in bind.
Restless it is when problem comes along;
and when I feel I'm nowhere to belong.
But I never let the feeling prolong;
for God is telling me to keep strong.
I stand up with what I believe in;