What Lies Beneath

What Lies Beneath

Under it all,

folds of weathered sun kissed skin,

is a soul,

that of a man,

that only you,

have been able to see.

Why and whom,

could have known,

just what became,

the day you,

came.

Never the same,

as I felt insane,

perhaps love to tame,

feeling your fame,

knowing a name.

Again, you came,

deeper, deeper, much deeper.

You alone,

saw the expanse,

knew how to dance,

put me in this trance,

are you really from France ?

The whole filled,

now,

distilled as Whiskey,

you're making me,

frisky,

to be ever so riske.

You:-

Drew me,

Knew me,

Blew me,

Away...!