"Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy"
I guess I know now how to say what I've been triyin so hard to send your way,
thru the words of a child from a younger day,
just what is I've been tryin, to rightly convey,
to your heart of your hearts, that keeps
slipping away
All of my efforts to explain, in confusion they left you, in sorrow and pain.
That a wordsmith like me can ramble and lilt ,
to lean to nowhere and everywhere,
and all in between.
Well that's just it, my darling my dear,
I'm not so concise ,when my heart is at stake,
for desperation and fear,take my normal write's place,
of conveying my heart, before even a glance, shared with another allows for no chance, that what
all I feel and all that desire, are compatible with,
and light some lost fire.
For just in your eyes beholding me,
I'd know your truth,
your openness to see.
My romancin and courtin would be assured,
as right in your heart ,
and then I could,
not be so troubled,
filled with doubt,
having received the one thing
that finally allows
for ME to finally
just come out,
Come out in truth
no ramblin or lull,
in concise messages of my pure love.
So preamble, finally done, good God says she, will he ever just tell me what he wants me to see???
Well here goes nothin and everything too , cause this time I'm countin on getting thru.
Do you remember when, you were you young and, and oh so sweet. Maybe seven or eight ,the age matters not, but sometime before that innocence was lost. A kid would come to your Mom's front door and ask a question of her. To see what she might say. and you would be standing there ready to decide from a heart that knows
no adult constraints
and you would honestly answer, that question
he did say, as you took in
who would ask of you.
if you wanted to
come out and play. ???
In all my words
and and all my writes,
this is how I'd like you
to posture, your answer
to me,
as to my want today,
to ask you ,
I hope it's OK,
don't think and recall;
one thing,
just please, my darling,
new sweet friend,
just;
"come out and play."