Verbosity A patchwork quilt that I roll roll up in Stitched with syllables Like a little phonetic sausage So deep inside you can't hear me go Dur dur dur. (insert self-deprecating quip about being a wiener) laughing track But it's cozy and neat. And if you do I'll rubix cube your dearest mind Til I'm tucked deep inside once again.
And I'll softly pontificate about the genetic code and how it made your irises not quite hazel But still able to illuminate spontaneously teal, laurel, cyan, the sea And if you'll pardon my hyperboles They draw me strong as an Atlantic tide This ocean that ***** me the deepest inside Aesthetically, the contrast is startling to your skin An artist would capture the portrait therein But really, all you need to know Is they're the prettiest prettiest ******* eyes I've ever seen.
And I'm sorry That when I get nervous My heart is a little effervescent My words become too efflorescent (I seek not to strangle you with King's English Shrubberies!) As you stand before me, incandescent My dread is that you're Evanescent.
But that thing about your eyes. All you need to know. That thing about your eyes, Not to mince words