Oh' apple of the eye
Forgetful smelling rye
You breath is sweet as butter
An' your soul
Only knows how to cry

I've loved you
Before you were born
And every letter I've writ you
I've cried over
And torn

Here I lay and stay
Thinking there's no other way
I see my friends
And they say
Love is nothing but something
To obey

The poet in his masquerade
Holds the fiddle as he plays
Songs of days thrown away
For men of many
That have no penny to pay

Her smile brought wars
Her scent brought passion
And the way she grinned
In that forgotten summer of sin
Made any man that had died
Wished to be brought back again

Though I know life
Is only a forgetful memory
Does not mean
That every second I spend with thee
Is nothing less but heavenly

See the table on top of the hill
And the baby that spills
With her eyes that hover still
In a rotating transition
That holds no rule too applicable

What cannot be seen
Is never too obscene
She breathes the way puppets do
Obsessed with only political coup's

Dance with that two step trance
She's the one with the lemon pants
A wriggle and a right a row
The prisoner's have the ship in tow

Now, I know that I said
There was no reason to get upset
But, here I see you
Getting red over a slip of the pen

Forgiving fade away
Absolutist abolitionist
Too scared to take it,
Yet, too lonely to leave it

She winked at me
With a teary eye
And a whisper to be
Close are your fluttering lashes

Watch
As the dew drop lady passes

Every distance
Is not near
Keep your eyes open
For soon
Your dreams will appear

A present of misfortune
Each word a perfect cut
The grass was as soft silk
An end with no period penned.