[Rhyminsimon]

Oh milady, my common and worn words
Should not even sit beneath yours
Your words are so floweryly divine
And mine are such an utter bore



I find her in the midnight hour
Bathed in the light of the moon
I came because I need you, I said
I hope I’m not here too soon

Maybe it’s not you I love
For you I do not know
But it is for the ideal of love
That I let my words now flow.

[Soaring Feather]

Your words are so floweryly divine
And mine are such an utter bore

Nay, your words are not a bore...
There are many more in store.

But it is for the ideal of love
That I let my words now flow.

Liquid silver flows smooth and slow
so the words of love must go
to penetrate the psyche deep
to live in chambers of the heart
to become a living part of the loved one.