perplexed with my perceptions
do not worry you do not know my love exists, my cigarette knows
so does my ashtray
my dog thinks I am wee bit lost
he does not know that I am perceiving all things about you
I love you in ways that only I know
I love you so that I could find the harmony in my rhythms
I can sing like the nightingale in gay abandon
the green of the forest ruffling its wings in pleasure
but why the nightingale sings no one need know
'coz the beauty of love is that it is within of me
and in its inability to express finds divine forms and varied ways
I am content at the thought of you
I am content you trudge along by my side
you not knowing you are by me, with me.
me fully aware of your benign presence
I am selfish..dear...
do not worry you do not know my love exists, my cigarette knows
so does my ashtray
my dog thinks I am wee bit lost
he does not know that I am perceiving all things about you
I love you in ways that only I know
I love you so that I could find the harmony in my rhythms
I can sing like the nightingale in gay abandon
the green of the forest ruffling its wings in pleasure
but why the nightingale sings no one need know
'coz the beauty of love is that it is within of me
and in its inability to express finds divine forms and varied ways
I am content at the thought of you
I am content you trudge along by my side
you not knowing you are by me, with me.
me fully aware of your benign presence
I am selfish..dear...
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