tedious

My Sweetie

 

My Sweetie, I am besotted by your gentle beauty

Whilst you waltz in 

And have all the girls stare

Of course, I am one of those girls

Brunette locks, with lipstick on

 

Yet, my Sweetie, my naivety predicates a selfish stupidity

Rather almost taboo

Falling for a taken man 

My years approaching

As yours become an indefinite epilogue 

 

My Sweetie, I\'m still kindling an idealised passion

Even upon your oblivious gaze 

My most painful punishment 

Which is an incurable agony

But, my Sweetie, I surrender to your pain