Raindrops will wash the soul
and a smile will warm the heart.
A tender kiss will curl the toes.
A deceitful tongue will bring many woes.
Many nights chasing and begging
laid the foundation to breed an immaculate lady.
Adamant in No she stands.
The wind blows.
The sun bakes the scent of man
Like poison, out sneaks yes.
For a time happiness bestows.
In seconds add fuel to the flame
and agitation burn at the soul.
Flames of fire close on the toes
And another don’t know;
How close the nose comes to meet with blows.
Taking mixing for granted
Needing another to be added.
In secret, jerk skeet on another.
He's giving up the right to keep this immaculate lady.