Your Most Luminous Eyesore
                                   
You swept me off my feet
And left me on my back.

"You are my technicolor queen 
In an ever-drab world
Let me be your everything
I ache to be unfurled,"

I said.

I ponder how I grew so fortunate
As to taste perfection itself.

"Lay your seeds in me
And we will grow a garden beauty herself
Cannot describe,"

I said.

You weren't ready to give the chance
I knew I'd never get.
But, my dear, taking my chances is something
I cannot regret.

You are all I'm worth
And I let him keep the change.

Dissonance (AWE Lettering/Scrollz)
dee_one@usa.net
09/22/98