She's a yogi she's a reader she's an
Unapologetic eater a carnivore poor pigs cows and chickens
She's even-keeled until crossed that's when dishes get tossed
Don't bequeath your fine china to her
She's a laundress she's a gourmet chef
An EMT she won't shy away
She'll suture cuts she'll pick a tick right off your nuts
If you puke your guts out she's there to console you
She hates treadmills and gyms
Loves open water swims
Hiking biking camping bodysurfing
She rode her Bianchi
Through the Portuguese
Wine country full self-supported
She lived in Argentina
She's a trilingual gringa
She cursed her way through a natural birth
She's got perfect skin and when her fallopian
Tubes were tied God cried a tear
And how could a man not fall completely
She's a cumbia dancer
She thinks TV's a cancer
She loves to spar intellectually
She's up for anything so
No BS she will go
Anywhere there is an adventure
If you ask her to learn to play the drums and go onstage
She'll learn to play the drums and go onstage
And someone once tried to test her
Well into her third trimester
He said you wanna go to Ko Lipe
She said OK
And they rode that boat for hours and hours
Through that black Thai night
While he puked into the sea
And she held him and consoled him
And earnestly told him
I'll take care of you if you take care of me
And how could a man not fall completely
In love