I've got you under my skin,
Mr Dear, Mr T
You know it all yourself already
And although needn't ever be
I'll keep on dreamin' steady with unease
Shell we continue' see each other?
I have replied this question to myself
Long time ago, since I found out that you're dad to be
You are to be a farther.
But even knowing for a fact that you've decided otherwise,
Must not the choice be quickly made! Forgotten be it all!
Oh, Lords, it's such a vast and painful grief for me!
The tournament's forever lost upon my own so pitiful and shameful will
My Dear Mr, Mr T,
You needn't say aloud with honour
That choice is made up there - above
And that
We truly don't belong to one another!
We're taking different
Our individualists' paths,
- I know
Yet, none of feelings are genetically built
But rather are reincarnational makeup
Ah, Mr T, my heart
It is like billions of mightiest stoves!
Remember, do you
How you have offered your white handkerchief,
Which was embroidered in a nice soft pastel tone
To me, who comes from lower social class
To me, who tried all bitterness of life and love
To me, who agonised ones own existence and survived
My point is, that my statutory earthlings rights
Are strictly and abruptly broke
By those who order to obey
By those who tell me to be living like a freaking trout
By those who govern superstitious powers and control
You're all dictators and manipulative
Owners of quick-witty brains,
I tell ye straight up in your faces
I'm gonna stand for fates, that aren't selective
For destiny, that isn't chased or tracked
For destiny, that isn't on parole
From G-major to E-minor
I've got you under youthful skin'
So pale with see through vessels
Partly even being blue, almost indigo
If you can hear me right now,
My only symphony,
Oh, Dear Mr, Mr T,
I wish your happy new to be -
Your home
All love and mercy
From entirety and of beyond
With Mrs Dear, Mrs Love,
Your Mrs My Forever Blissful Violin
11~05~2015
TJS