Poezja

Come not to ask, to Plead or Implore
Come to tell you, how much I Adore

Soothing away any and all fear
Whispering what she's wanting to hear

Tell of silent stars in the timeless skies
Beauty reflected thru her beautiful eyes
She inspires, you admire, spouting more lies

Chosen ordained to be my mate
Sanctioned sacrifice seals her fate
Erasing another on the devil's slate
Lovely specimen this girl named Kate

When the Moon is full and the time is right
She will never awaken from that chosen night

My head spinning the evening growing late
Tomorrow I will ask her, for our first date.