When she is madly in love,

And the urge to hold on predominates.

When she ignores the friends around,

And clings on her man, her mate.

The monsoon she brings

Yes, to some.

But hate her not my friend.

Cause desperate she might seem

But it does reflect helplessness.

When she publicly demands his love

And is the one to hold his hand.

When she is not ashamed to disappoint you all

But afraid to take a stand.

Just step inside her shoes and feel

Or silently step aside. But

Call her not a bitch o' world,

Call her not a slut.  

P.S Oli bujhli?