MY

My is the world when I think of her;

when she looks at me I am in blur.

Her incense to me smells like myrrh.

at her side I forget what I were.

 

My girl waits for me in tender times;

forgotten in minds are my savage crimes.

Blissful angels are heard with chimes;

never will she ever sell out for dimes.

 

My, is the world when I think of her;

she is, will always be who I prefer.

Like a cat by her side I’ll always purr;

poisoned I am by her sweet luscious liqueur.

 

Her kisses bring the slurs and rhymes;

senses are dull as I continue to climb.

Break free I often think sometimes;

then, I notice -- gone are the white lines!