If I told you how happy I am
would you believe me?
Would you let me hold you
and whisper sweet things
into your sweet little ears?

If only you knew
what goes on inside
of me
I bet you’d see me
in a different kind of way

If you saw,
with those big brown eyes.
The words for you,
that are written on my soul,
whispered so often in vain.

you

were an instand-seed
all it took was a little water
and then you bloomed

you tasted
like harp-music
you sounded
both purple and green

you
thoroughly romantic
talked about a girl - and the dream

i took a sip of you
in order to taste the purple and

green

i know why you tasted salt
it was my water -
it was my fault

you
the little seed
harptea
only bloomed once
only bleeded once

but now
it'll always be my fault