Wilt she still loveth me when tommorrow arrives?
Wilt she giveth all as a holy surprise?
Wilt she still be here tomorrow I hope?
Wilt she push aside her worries and maketh me her float?
Wilt she let me all the way in?
I'm worried
Tis
Over thinking again!!
Wilt she falleth for some wordly baboon?
Wilt she seeith how much this love is true?
Wilt she telleth me again she loveth me to?
Am I just mad??!
Or art there others same way as this going through?
Wilt she calleth next month?
Next year?
Write real love letters by hand?
Meet me on demand?
Maketh love to a band?
Ourn own band of course....
Wilt she keepeth this lit torch?
Or throw it away..
I needeth it now
I'm madly insane,
Wilt she still be here
When the pouring drench cometh on down?
Wilt she not leaveth?
When I get sick?
Or put into earth's ground?
Wilt she?
Noones ever sure
At least not me
Anymore..