I fell for the boy Making sandwiches in the kitchen Fell for his eyes A deep green Like a pine tree I fell deep for the boy in the kitchen And boy I love him And the way he looks at me.
Poet’s see beyond the cosmos that’s why they’re revered Poet’s leave the final time zone past and future cleared Poet’s bow to one volition high above the clouds Poet’s live in love’s reflection — beauty to enshroud
Walk with me a while give me one last kiss on parting good friends and lovers secretly and silently entwined yet I am ever thought as old and you a young and pretty thing winter sighs a final breath and bends to kiss the hand of spring