sweetest maiden with the sweetest eyes
my oh my, how you're the apple of mine
twirling singing each way that you go
and this oh this, is how i truly know
that runaway you have with my heart
& become the inspiration for this secret art
i string these words together with gleeful cheer
yet i cannot ever let it appear
for two lustrums separate you and me
and nothing save a royal decree
would cut what's between you & that man
who so loving holds your own hand
what to do, what to do?
with all these feelings of the 'you'
nothing, nothing is what i say
but to be in awe of you, each and every day