She Wasn't Willing To Try

She happened like an accident
Walking like a model, hell-bent
Or God loves chaos and she’s heaven sent
On the end of that forty days lent

Tried as I could, couldn’t overlook her
She was a thin sexy looker
Modestly on the shore but skimpy like a hooker
Engaged to a queen but still wanted to look her

There she was again at another event
Sexy like a goddess sitting under a tent
My queen wasn’t there so over to her I went
Only a smile and she knew exactly what it meant

She costs me my mind
Her love was soft and kind
She opens up my soul
Her love more precious than gold

Weeks and months went by
Then to my queen, I started to lie
She figured out and started to cry
Then left; she wasn’t willing to try