tired but lush.
beauty intrinsic silent blush.
cupids bow quiver the hush.
me a fool whom she turns into mush.
supple tendencies wrapped in flagrancy.
me a ass of vagrancy.
light in her soul a quiet pain of eye.
I with a silent lurid cry.
me like a dumb ass said "I'm only fit for friends"
she part of a movement, with which I cannot make amends.
if she came up to me I'd say yes.
it seems unlikely at best.
I wish I could my life unconfound.
as I could give her joy that would resound.
I don't don't know how to start.
I get weak in the knees, a brainy heart.
however maybe.
somewhere in the night, past the stars.
we'll all heal our scars.
©redic
R