Things art never so good
Until mi amour' cometh around,
Than the hellion doth run
From her presence of light, pure and unbound.....
She always knoweth how,
To giveth me anew
She's everything wonderful,
She's the queen of soo true....
Her godly orifice speaketh wisdom of angel's who sing
I wait daily, for me in her abode to bring....
A scholar of books
Of the fantasy she read's,
But she's all so real to me....
A prior life lover
A precedent fortune
Still a blessing today.....
For her do I always listen....
For one day I shalt stand in her room
Laying down in her bed
Cooking in her kitchen...
Making supper's of romantic's
With amare candled sticks......
A queen and king of faraway....
A extraterrestrial kiss...