I’m not gona get all wordy on you
I’m not gona do look at stuff and flowers on you.
I’m not gona sing in the rain and hold hands wive you
I’m not gona whisper stuff and get you fings like rings.
I’m not gona tell you wot you should take for granted
I’m not gona get all feeley and touchy and stuff.
I’m not I’m not I’m not
I sharnt I won’t and you can’t make me.
There that’s told you no woman’s gona snap or break me
I’m hard I’m tough no woman’s gona mould or shape me.
There you got your poem end of story
Show this to your friends and let them ignore me.
Get it got it feel the cold
Now along this line you should fold-------
Below this line stays below
I’ve a reputation to up hold.
Gossamer bumble bees and silken thread
Hold these thoughts inside your head.
Deep sun sinks into a bubbling sea
Bare feet in hot sand you and me.
Everything I said above
I reverse undo and do with love.
Fold again to hide the meaning
See my words to you in the Sistines ceiling.
Let no man brake asunder
What’s been sealed by Thor and bound by thunder.
You have no idea how your perfume confuses me
From the way that you walk to the way you drink herbal tea.
Now I’m sorry for getting all wordy on you
But in my confusion I didn't know what else to do.
Signed sealed and delivered with lightning
My feelings for you are so strong it’s frightening.
Copyright © mark fullick