Wooing My Lady

Winter`s gone,spring is here;still hanging on the barbed wire, Waiting for the proper time to hire a writer to teach me this act,which I conspire, Composing rhythms and song like a dynamic choir, This notion of making you mine;I`m not ready to retire, Staying close to you make me to perspire, Your simplicity and indefatigable traits I admire, You look so pretty like the girl in the flier, Your love and comfort, I so desire, which make my heart to be on fire, this true love I must acquire, so that I can move higher, And I want you to be the supplier, My heart beats like the gong of a town crier, which makes me feel that I`ve seen the messiah, Joy flows through my vein like pumped tyre, This heavenly bliss I must.. aspire!, Please allow me to be your Mr.sapphire. DATE:2-23-2013