Once you bade me fear not the brew,
but that lightning horse stole me from you.

I was the lock and she was the key.
She opened me up and beautified me.

The scents, the sounds, the moves, the looks of love,
Cannot be described in the books of love.

Sword and shield grants no one title of knight,
Neither pen and paper the skill to write.

My fingers close on nothing more
Or less than what was there before,

But what is now was meant to be.
This heart will starve in reverie.

So to the next, whichever path
This river takes, what's past is past,

What's next is next... but now is mine--
My gift to me, all bound in twine

And velvet drape. The water's still.
Shall I leap? I think I will.

I gaze upon her heart and what do I see
A beautiful girl and she's in love with me

the river flowed smoothly at first
and then it decided to burst

now around my house is a moat
and **** it I don't have a boat

this will be an uphill battle
because of course I don't have a paddle