a nicely worded messy scrawl
oh angel: you are you know such a fair one,
amazed by those eyes and eyebrows so well framed,
what cause you now at this time of your life
the person was great.
maybe I’m still not,
oh sweet one: just be glad, and whatever you do
we’re friends and have been to each other, in life:
of penned and penciled pages,
would make for me and you a note
that sealed our hearts for ages
and ages; with pages; in stages; no gauges
could sample the depth of respect
I feel and have felt for you then and right now,
tho’ its truth you might doubt, I expect.
this is the plain fact of this note.
no other could render my heart all a-quivering,
and near you my mind would just float.
arching diffusely romantic,
teasingly taunting, sincerely flaunting,
with each toss of the head, with each antic.
to enter that world of the “one-on-one” strife?
is marriage so safe?
is it blissful control?
I did it once;
it seemed, oh so droll.
it should have worked.
it just didn’t.
and, it took me years to get over it.
perhaps my heart is beginning to rot,
upon that old turn is this deep stain-ed spot,
what I got from that plot was a permanent blot
on my mind, on my life, on my heart, on my senses.
no longer to mend those emotional fences.
who cares? just get out! the easy escape
comes quite simply: out the door, you big ape!
or wherever you go, know one thing is true:
Friends.
that’s all that matters...