POETRY # 5

And there it basks in the anchor of your ship
His luminated play of masks and jesterings
Pursuit of the clandestine courtship
Managed in much forthcoming pesterings

Plain and simple, there cannot be a closer
One to that effect. (All to that effect)
Keep close to heart that bleeding memory (It's over)
Of that untapped colorful prospect.

Honey, I was given the lowest grade
On the only subject I wanted to master.
There I failed coz my wish didn't fade (never will)
I learned never to see past her (now I will)