[Soaring Feather]

Your words are so floweryly divine
And mine are such an utter bore

Nay, your words are not a bore...
There are many more in store.

But it is for the ideal of love
That I let my words now flow.

Liquid silver flows smooth and slow
so the words of love must go
to penetrate the psyche deep
to live in chambers of the heart
to become a living part of the loved one.

[Rhyminsimon]

True, true, what you say is true.
But I being a guy do know
That with these verses of love
They will say a queerness, I show

Haha, I think it funny
With that I’ll go hug my bunny

But seriously or as much as I can be
Your words like slow silver run through me

They tickle and titillate the senses
And make me think of putting up fences...

But another part of me will not retreat
For this kind of fun just cannot be beat