Lost in her spell, many fell
who am I not to.
Nesting in her cage, the very
haste in me kiboshed.
Thou rude were my lies, hid verity, what's a man to her sanctity, every mortal subaltern to her magnificence.
Can I sleep in her city, and never wake up,
where winds smelt like her scents and I can forever stay numb.
Or I'm in a state of mind I don't know, but let me pour my pint, and see her picture once more.
Her eyes the stickiest glue, or are there constellations taking place.
Her face when she smiles, brings the joy as to a desert when rain comes.
Forged through the night, kept her picture right aside.
She's Mine Pt.II , Cole world tonight.
© revolda