Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely How could you know for certain When importance sees no truth The child they have been hurting Your arms held around all it holds sacred
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady Walls of those who hurt me Foul thoughts you continue pushing But it seems like flowers have smothered you
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady With your eyes, they show endless cries Alone by my endless sighs A sense of false certainty And the second color smothered by the first
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady All visible are my curtains A familiar silhouette awakens me at dawn It won't go away I know that for certain Destiny of mine I find uncertain
Lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady, lovely lady
I wrote this off of the top of my head, and it is more it less the kind of poem I write when I am absolutely miserable.