Then They Give Us Form As If One Three Thousanth of Us Know What the Hell That Is

Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold I longed to see my arms open wide for you to thusly hold The woman who tutored ancient men how to produce gold No statue crafted of such solemnity to behold To heartbeats beat as one neither ever to cry Hand in had that old man called us lovebirds flying high And you with gold shimmering in the wind with which you vie When the moon that night told you to tell me goodbye The darkened sky stared right at me And whatever it asked I would cauIdally comply They ordered me a way, take to the run and flee And never even knew fu****g why (c) 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~