I don’t know if it’s real, or it’s in my mind.
My eyes decieve me,
Or my mind runs in fright.
A look at her from a stone’s throw
Galloping goes my heart’s tempo
I’m a coward, I’m a fool,
When I come too close, she’s way too bright.
Love? Is it called? Or a balloony’s behind?
Perfect perfection, that’s what she is,
& I’ll only get her once or twice in my sights.
Spotless, Priceless she is, that much I know,
Pristine as a Swan & sharp as a crow.
I don’t have the guts to let things loose,
She’s too perfect to be stained by me.
Yup, that’s right.
She’s way too bright.