Something about love,
The freshness of a new encounter,
Enlivens my tongue, my desire,
And forces alive the caring part.
Wanting nothing more than to be
Me, exercising my right to say,
Unfettered passions shall run free,
To where I go to live and stay.
For you and they have listened,
To yearnings of my lonely soul,
Like the star of morning glistened,
You and they and she cajole.
Is it so wrong to mention IT,
That part of my romantic wit ?
You could possibly think me, two timing git,
But frankly I don't give a sh......!