An amazing poet
his muse was me, I do declare
the lovely fountain pen ink that drove me strangely
but did not win my heart, sad to say.
Perhaps I stirred from my troubled
man slumber, awoke to the rhythm
of a new, exciting man's drum.
His kindness drove me wild,
the passion soared a new height.
All the while, I shifted in pity
my night in shinning armor
will not have me tonight.
Bless you, bless your golden soul
I found my lover forever
what I am, nothing but a fool.
What I am, just a plain, sad fool.
To ignore and hold my stubborn, strong will-
turn away from this man that brings me
nothing but feelings of deep emotional
being, tied in red ribbons.
Adorned with big satan bows.
I love you, I'll love you forever
but not anymore, not right now
because I'm free, free as a wildflower.
I can't say it, I won't let me,
be it now or in the future
because I'm stuck in the ground.
Solid, solid ground and will blossom
one day, just for you, my lovely.
My gentle soul.
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Made by the threads of delight, the bear & the blanket were ever so tight.
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