My friend Eve is active
thinks always positive
doesn't know gloomy mood.
Her friend Steve is sporty.
She has flawless skin
and . . . she‘s attractive.
She is creative, decorative,
sensitive; her life is so intensive.
For her type, how this sickens me,
there’s no adjective.
If I see Eve - I say, “na, Eve...”
If I meet Eve - I think, “naive...”
But for Eve
things don't go wrong.
She is quite communicative;
convinces quite argumentative.
instinctive
masters Eve –
easily her week
and the daily reek.
She is progressive, “alternative,”
innovative, quite impulsive,
skillful and effective.
I hate her abysmally!
If I see Eve - I say , “Na, Eve.”
If I meet Eve - I think, “naive.”
I'd be Eve, I’d have Steve.
My life would be fulfilled
and not so primitive.
“Would be,” “should be” – so unreal!
What “could be,” if I had her deal!
Completely, I'm unfortunately
in the “conjunctive.”
If I see Eve – it makes me aggressive.
If I meet Eve - I change the sidewalk
and quite demonstrative(ly)!