the girl from queens

we left the church and went in search of some place we could eat

a restaurant very recherché is where we took a seat

the sunny skies that were outside could not even compare

with all the brightness in your eyes that i was there to share

 

with every sip from your full lips i envied the cup’s rim

i moved my chair closer to yours and kissed you on a whim

napkin with meal could not conceal the blush upon your face

the stodgy, hosh posh restaurant felt we were out of place

 

we weren’t raised in hill houses with swimming pools for heat

if they’d known what i use to write they’d thrown me in the street

but i felt richer than if all their wealth they had combined

the greatest treasure on this earth is in that you are mine

 

the bill was paid we made our way to manicured sidewalks

where police earn their pay making sure homeless never walk

we left their scene for less serene to my old stomping grounds

and talked away rest of the day as we just walked around

 

no need to flirt the soot and dirt revealed just who i am

cultured and yet unrefined and still i am your man

the girl from queens with eyes of green laughing in l.a.

an artist’s muse your beauty used to be the words i say

 

the city’s din can’t enter in to disrupt any rhyme

i string together with my pen with meter keeping time

about the fragrance of your form flavored with flawlessness

stirring in me the perfect storm with every soft caress

 

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