Alice, Alice
I would have built you a palace
A shrine to the divine
that could have been mine
you came in big with your dress
flowery , I confess
like a happy big bloom
a love sonic boom
that I fell
immediately for
the pechouli smell
the big army boots
sweet dreadlocks to the roots
your child bearing eyes
the confident strong
yet wise look on your face
you would tolerate long
and would not bring disgrace
to the wonderful place
we could go to and sit
but my life was so ****
did you see my faint heart
at the back in the dark
of our small grubby shop
all the prices I'd drop
just for you
but I guess that you knew
I wouldn't come through
three times in a day
you headed my way
broad smile
trying to say
"come on! I don't bite!"
but I thought that you might
so I waved you away
now all I can say
I won't see a woman
like you every day
I can't write this stuff very well. Wistful is tough.