I want real accolades
and common sense!
Rip tides
and the thing you wear on your finger after " I do"
I want all that lavish lascivious hoo hah
and the shackles of being in love
(with a rancid perspiring fool who only says "no" in latin)
I want the lap dancing madman to become the messiah
and I want these legs to walk on water
just because I have forgotten to pack my toothbrush
When you are there
the red carpet
covers the freeway of all my ideas
and I just sing to you
from that silent petal falling off my ego
I do not think that love
has made me a mockery
but I do think
that love
has
made
me
I Love You
Your Beloved
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