Loveth thee with flowers
wilted round your
theatre borne

Thou hast listen
to the romantic soul
to old indian songs
thee playeth the prophecies
drumming on windchimes
and dream lodges
all along

Lovely to see me
maketh me grin!
when the angulo
hahahahas
you sneaketh
inside
grabeth me!
rollin' and spinin

making my day

simile to this widest smile
present's to taketh miself
to the moonlit skies

Thoughts thus
transported us
to futuristic realms
of imagineth energy
sipping too real

For noweth
I
am embraced
by the photons
and waves

'cause
my darling seeps
melodies strumming
n' fingerin strings

I would loveth thee
dearly if you were
nearer to me.