You had me with your adept moves
Those perfectly polished shoes, hair carefully spiked
The “gentleman” attitude
And of course, spruceness played me to impress!
Stairway to your heart, oh no
It wasn’t an easy climb
You always had been such a curmudgeon
But hey, yet mine.
On those soft lips, I tasted divine
Eyes so innocent, trusted me with shine.
Guess God wrote our destiny
With cacography such as yours,
Making it a puzzle for us to decode.
Those kiddish arguments everyday
are never ending.
But let’s not stress over
For what is impending.
Happiness is the vodka shot,
The one with straw you got
Your smile made the effect amplificate
The voice, I must say, a perfect bait.
I wish the needles to trap the moment,
Never coming clean.
Perfect example of sanctity
The galaxy has ever seen.
