My tear ducts are dry like a camels lash memory
I can not cry dew on a web intensity
Yet I met a girl and she made me smile
And that means the globe and my mind danced for a while
A poet needs a muse to awaken the thoughts
To rehash grey matter talent like a mother who taught
Me to produce a stained nappy to clean
Reliant on a strong woman on whome I can lean
Her eyes enchant me, like the butter does melt
Amongst a divine intervention, whose touch I have felt
Across waves on the ocean, a listing ship bow dipped and uneven
I must act as a top hatted gentleman, no more of the heathen
She glances at me through a futuristic screen
Yet I know one day we will camp in an igloo we dream
The future is hung so we draw and we quartered the real
And we giggle at accents and we revolve like a wheel.
Perhaps one day in tomorrow in the next matrix chapter
I will be able to serenade her with music and laughter
Until then I will bookmark till we can meet absolute
The greatest of friends yet our emotions remain mute.
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