Round lippy talk you do spew
And as long as you’re this way
I think I cant quite hide my acclaim;
My adoration of your cause
Of your faith; and your frank blab lusting.
You may be a little obtuse
A self serving prude some say
Despite this though I see through your pain
So if its all the same to you
I really must say that you’re my muse;
Sadness and pain will still envelope
But when I’m with you it all simply becomes untrue
So please just take a second and look
Behind my minds mulled mask
And see that I’m yours
And that I love you.