I'd count the number of daises,
Dressed with the honey bee buzz,
That played with the wind, a symphony,
Harmonic to the sight of our love.

…
Impossible, fantastical
It cannot make sense at all
I used to pride myself in my posture
But somehow you've made me fall.

I've heard that the ocean will often cry,
Cry tears all along the moon pulled tides,
For she knows she can never hold the same beauty,
That the shards of beryl hold in your eyes.

"My deranged indulgence
Take me away
Back to the jail I sat
waiting,
on Mother's Day."

It doesn't take much,
I wish it would take more
To get me hooked on your presence
Craving you more and more
My beating heart is easy
My legs not so much
But you've captured my mind
Where many cannot touch
I have felt love before
The pitiful, serpent kind
But something pure lies in-between
Your tongue and doe eyes
I feel sick with a yearn
To hold you, to feel
That vexing sweet smile
Absorb in the depths of teal
I've never felt such hate
For a man I so desire
But your words, oceanic
Soothe my volcanic fires
One moment I smoke fear
The other I am subdued
Waiting for your response
I shine a crimson hue
It is pain and tiresome
But what can I do?
I'm addicted and sick
To you and only you.

Nonsensical in speech
but with deeper understanding
you can follow my words
rise to the poet panting

For he stands and sits
upon those emblem crowns
gives emotion to listeners
adorned in silk gowns