Incredible
Methodical genius.
Timeless beauty.
Inscrutable innocence and modesty.
There's something in you
That corrupts
My penchant for dishonesty.
Lips of satin, lacy pillows
On a bed of rolling sheets
Like hills in an Ireland
Of pink-lemonade floods
And rains,
And voices in a choir and
Angels on the spires
And desires that are naught
But willingness to end ourselves
Just so we might be caught
By each other, starlight,
You're the most right
One for me of all.
Some others may not see it so,
But those ideas will fall
Away to reveal sanity
And natural new beauty
That comprises you plus me.
The equation is the oldest,
Sprung from your timeless beauty.
I'm serious,
You're delirious if you can't see as I.
When your looking glass is looking,
Jealousy springs to my eye.
Your face, full of such emotion,
The eyes small and full and brown.
Upon your head should be
The only fresh, green laurel crown.
Can I make it for you, sweetie?
Give me time and flower fields.
I will fix it up for you
Because your face is like thick shields
To me, from destruction that
The world now sometimes wields.
Kiss me sweetly, angel
Of the frost and biting stare,
Of the mystic look of dazedness
That takes me everywhere,
Of the small smile that lurks alone
In shadowed rooms to bear
All the loneliness's burdens
And skewer them then and there,
And of the sad and lost expression
That alone can bring my soul to care.
Methodical genius.
Timeless beauty.
Inscrutable innocence and modesty.
There's something in you
That corrupts
My penchant for dishonesty.
Lips of satin, lacy pillows
On a bed of rolling sheets
Like hills in an Ireland
Of pink-lemonade floods
And rains,
And voices in a choir and
Angels on the spires
And desires that are naught
But willingness to end ourselves
Just so we might be caught
By each other, starlight,
You're the most right
One for me of all.
Some others may not see it so,
But those ideas will fall
Away to reveal sanity
And natural new beauty
That comprises you plus me.
The equation is the oldest,
Sprung from your timeless beauty.
I'm serious,
You're delirious if you can't see as I.
When your looking glass is looking,
Jealousy springs to my eye.
Your face, full of such emotion,
The eyes small and full and brown.
Upon your head should be
The only fresh, green laurel crown.
Can I make it for you, sweetie?
Give me time and flower fields.
I will fix it up for you
Because your face is like thick shields
To me, from destruction that
The world now sometimes wields.
Kiss me sweetly, angel
Of the frost and biting stare,
Of the mystic look of dazedness
That takes me everywhere,
Of the small smile that lurks alone
In shadowed rooms to bear
All the loneliness's burdens
And skewer them then and there,
And of the sad and lost expression
That alone can bring my soul to care.