a
whirlwind came from the west
and
made you have to hold your dress
it
blew about your styled hair
i
laughed amid your desperate care
you
pursed your lips in a taut pout
said,
“you’re an insensitive lout”
i’m
calmed with balm of lips on lips
although
at first you did resist
but
in fashion filled with passion
your
kiss you no longer rationed
and
as the wind blew all about
with
such rage i had to shout,
“you’ve
never looked more beautiful
this
wind is like a musical
i
audience with an effect
that
what it flawed became perfect
revealing
who you truly are
till
every rose for broadway stars
are
not enough to show my love
and
how you are the center of
my
applause and adoration
my
love’s a standing ovation
for
your windswept woven beauty
i
drink like wine made from gomuti”
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