At the ripe old age of twenty one,
Began my affair obvious to everyone.
Through sweltering heat, sweat and grime,
I fought for her to be always mine.
She grew upon me, as time went by
And none could take her place, thereby.
Attention she drew, wherever I went,
A boon she was, that man didn't have to invent
They said she was soft, they said she was shiny.
They said she was cute, they said she was curly.
At times she went wild upon me,
And an hour begone, tame became she.
Until this day, I am happy to say,
I let my beloved be happy and sway.
But today! All the very best I wish you,
For, Oh my dear hair! I am going to miss you!!
-Irah
