See
I'm just a lonesome peasant at the Spanish castle door
Hungry for food, thirsty for her decor
Her Spanish hillside resides in a place I shalt not speaketh
( secrecy I vow to keepeth)
As tis her door is adorned in Luna illumination,
Amour's central station..........
As she seeith me beseech her
For her Latin sheek
Mine legs get heavied
Mine extremities goeth week
Mine breathing goes faint
Mine eye's rolleth back
Then she taketh me in
Upon her reina love shack
Inside her abode
Is decorated by orb painting scene's
Her thought's stuck on poetry
As her words art her dreams....
She's realism to me
And a fantasy as well
Though tis I think to mineself
( truly she is all real)
For she feeleth me
As I feeleth her to
Nothing couldst ever separate
Two mi amour's so true,
For as I left her house
I found a little secret
Her second casa
Nest's beyond a martian surface.......
For I went there
For when she shalt cometh
For she doesn't knoweth
That I'll replace her plastic gnome in her garden on Mars,
With mine own self to showeth ...
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
See
I'm just a lonesome peasant at the Spanish castle door
Hungry for food, thirsty for her decor
Her Spanish hillside resides in a place I shalt not speaketh
( secrecy I vow to keepeth)
As tis her door is adorned in Luna illumination,
Amour's central station..........
As she seeith me beseech her
For her Latin sheek
Mine legs get heavied
Mine extremities goeth week
Mine breathing goes faint
Mine eye's rolleth back
Then she taketh me in
Upon her reina love shack
Inside her abode
Is decorated by orb painting scene's
Her thought's stuck on poetry
As her words art her dreams....
She's realism to me
And a fantasy as well
Though tis I think to mineself
( truly she is all real)
For she feeleth me
As I feeleth her to
Nothing couldst ever separate
Two mi amour's so true,
For as I left her house
I found a little secret
Her second casa
Nest's beyond a martian surface.......
For I went there
For when she shalt cometh
For she doesn't knoweth
That I'll replace her plastic gnome in her garden on Mars,
With mine own self to showeth ...
