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
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