What does Eunice bring
on these blustered, raging winds?

Busted fences put up in haste,
a forlorn balloon cut loose,
with a smiley face harking back to those
asymmetric aceeeed days
when polarity was frowned upon:
what’s your name where you from what you done?

A man cut from rich serge
can be employed to gaslight
blackened eyes to white,
but the **** in Kent’s hedges
don’t lie

I know that days passed,
Days became weeks
And weeks bore months
But to you my beautiful,
My heart still belongs

When you left me for another man,
Oh how it hurt ,
Because I thought we had forever but I was wrong
But still to you my beautiful my all belongs

So if he hurts you
Turn to me
To you my beautiful my arms will always be open
Because you are my only beautiful love