Sweet darling, let me tell you this.
I'd have myself speak and heard
And carry on with the tete-a-tete
Oh Alas! you're deaf somewhere
Though you so much express care
Claim that I should do the same too
But as I start and by the time
I articulate and put across my point
You're incapable of hearing the words
Wouldn't understand my gestures either.
Your deeds are polished and fine,
Heavenly gait, eased with style
But you are coated in conceit, you stand tall
Egomaniac wouldn't be a lesser name.
Happier still. If you braved like a man
But something somewhere is amiss.
So, don't accuse me of not loving thee
You are sweet and nice. And chivalrous too,
Let a spineless man overwhelm and hold
thats not me; thats defintely not me...
