You came to me inside my head
The walls were painted cherry red
Which word was it, that I had said
That to my hatred, blindly led?

You sat there, admiring the waves
The ocean blue, and then the caves
Best friends, you said, lies left at raves
A silent raven, part of Aves.

My heart was finely spun with starch
Into my soul, your head did march
Your silky blonde hair, slightly parched
For feel of my digits, bent and arched.