How much is she really worth?

Her beauty is gift and a curse.

A gift to me.

A curse to her. 

Not really knowing why I want her.

Thinking my mind is stuck on lust.

But my mind is the opposite.

Her face is beautiful and her mind is equivalent.

She leaves a mystery after we talk.

Got me wanting to know more.

Exploring her mind besides her pants.

I can't stop over thinking.

She knows what type of love I need.

But only feeds me it sometimes.

Over thinking ways to make her give me more love.

1 more poem, a teddy bear, some roses.

Her love is addicting.

An occasional treat.

Lost in translation, how much is she really worth.

There's no value on a piece of my heart.

She's God Gift to me.

Blessings don't have values.

But this blessing got me reevaluating my own value.

And reevaluating what love is.

She introduced me to unconditional love.

Now I understand her love and her mind.

How much is she really worth?