oh my darling mister
i can feel you in my veins
when you’re pumping from my heart
you’ve stained yourself on my brain
with your enchanting wine art
and i’m your intoxicated muse
trying to play the part

just like your wine stains,
it won’t go away
cherry and blueberry, oh my,
i’m mesmerized of your maroon way
the way you color me
in a world of champagne

and darling,
may i write a book about you?
spill you out on every page?
to make you make you last
forever this way
just like your wine
in all your different shades
and rhyme with pain of your cry
and rhyme with joy of your smile

just like a wine stain,
it won’t go away
cherry and blueberry, oh my,
i’m mesmerized of your maroon way
the way you color me
in a world of champagne

and i’ve never told you about my poetry,
my icy mister,
my dreamy sophister,
you’ll live on forever,
immortality on my pages,
and though we may never see the day
the angels would engage us,
i’ll forever be stained
by your maroon way,
forever painted
by your wine stains

cold covers your body
sheets wrap you up to your head
and i try to catch you in your eyes
for all the things they’ve said

windows to the soul
or deceivement in disguise?
you’re still the man
with the stare of ice

my man of snow
when will i know?
freezing temperatures
turn my heart to ashes
watch it ember
while diamonds flashes

cold covers your body
sheets wrap you up to your head
and i try to catch you in your eyes
for all the things they’ve said

windows to the soul
or deceivement in disguise?
you’re still the man
with the stare of ice

my man of snow
when will i know
freezing temperatures
turn my heart to ashes
watch it ember,
while diamonds flashes

beside a misty lake glittering with swans,
theres a magnetic yellow-white
touch of charm
magnetic in the heart of the meadow
she sparks
a sun with blooming rays
growing in the dark
as a shining pin
she stays there

and her pureness tears down my fraise
freshly new, i remember hazy
the shasta in may,
the darling dainty daisy

when the doves are flying in a swarm
and i start longing for some calm
i look for the hidden charm
beneath the trees,
among the leaves,
beside the creek,
she lays there
the sun with blooming rays
giving a warm embrace

and her pureness tears down my fraise
freshly new, i remember hazy
the shasta in may,
the darling dainty daisy

a rose colored potion,
a promise to get you,
you think you’re unharmed
by the hypnotic motions,
and shielded by
the petal filled jar,
and as you stand before him
between mahogany walls
they shine rose-red
and you think
you’ll lie to sleep with seven different flowers
beneath your head

and his watered, intense stare
mirrors your black night gown
as you stand bare
you swoosh around
in your fairytale
watching yourself through his eyes
and the flowing fabric
is all there is to hear
and the man before you
is all who is near
as he keep his eyes plastered
you swear you see a mesmerized tear

you stumble unto the bed
splash down on rose petals
they rise and fall
unto your face like rose-freckles
and he walks up to ya
looking down with a grin
but his soul peek through his eyes
as if he’s never sinned
and you think his shackles remains
till he reaches to his pockets
to throw petals on your face
they fill your mouth where you’re lying
and behind you there’s something he’s eyeing
he reaches under your pillow
to throw seven different flowers as a final,
and give you seven different kisses,
before you’re dying

Your tears, they fall like crystal rain
Each one a song of sweet despair
I trace the edges of your pain
And lose myself in shadows there

My baby, you're a dream undone
A broken hymn, a bleeding star
Still shining when the night is gone
Still beautiful, just as you are

Your scent, it haunts my every sigh
A ghost that clings to skin and bone
Your lips once red now whisper why
And leave me feeling more alone

I love the way you fade away
Like smoke that slips through grasping hands
A rose that wilts but dares to stay
Still blooming in the shifting lands

You're lost to time
But in my mind you linger, true
A tragic song, a dying rhyme
My darling, I'm here and still I worship you

id sneak out from my room,
though id only might see your costume,
and in the meadow of your perfume,
you illustrate my dreams

how you always wander and hide,
darling in you is where i can only confide,
and in your meadow of my pride,
you illustrate my dreams

half of my words have you heard,
through the people and the poems and the songbirds,
and in your meadow with no words,
you illustrate my dreams

how easy it is to claim your name!
with all my love, where is my shame?
but in the meadow, i see your mane
and you illustrate my dreams

he’s too real
to dehumanize
and his soul peek through his eyes
his skin too warm
to **** him off my mind
he’s merely a madman detained
but his smile remains
in the skin of my loved love
that id still love
if i’d let him go unchained