If I Was Your Lover, Miss

If I was your lover, Miss I would beam at the rise of my hand To the soreness of nothing on you And give you warmth in sun and moon That from the aphelia be heard To which winds and barks acquiesce I would caress your rear and some For many nights in silence of tongue And bring us vittles and brews From the echt nigh merchant So we needn't go hungry and athirst, Somewhere 'tween our pleasures If I was your lover, Miss We'd make sojourns of pleasance To many shores of fair weathers Pressuring our palms in parallels And gaze at the stars on our tolerance To forever rest in serenity of days