I flee to thy patronage,
To thy age,
To discover a message,
But to become a sage.
All thy power,
From all thy tower.
I try to scour,
But to be sour.
But before my head,
Blowed some wind.
A mirage quiet mild,
No strings tied.
And there she was,
With a bliss,
Like from heaven,
A bridge woven.
Colored-crystal eyes,
Shiny-spoon dress,
Warm-willow hands,
Mellow-modest lips.
Such beauty and chaos,
All over the place.
Everything everywhere,
All at once.
It is eye-bloomin',
As there is no coolin',
To feel all thy droolin',
At your soothin'.
Please, let me be,
With me,
So though I can be,
With someone.
It is late,
I know mate!
But look at the date,
Checkmate!
But before you go, please wait!
It hurts my heart,
To say that she left!
As I stargaze through the night.
