Place my heart in your palm
Feel the absence of calm
I had rathered stay ignorant to your minds context
Hearing it, Creating a complex
One of Inferiority
How could the actress love me
A Writer
Not a dollar to his name
When she weds to the Duke
From birth money has came
And Unfortunately money seems to be the pre-requisite
I come from a life…….well lets say…..
less exquisite
But I can promise her that my love Flares
as do the pigments of her scarlet hair
I can promise her I will love her
As Paris loves spring
And as Bohemians
love to sing
A love forbidden, never meant to carry on
I your sitar player
you the beautiful courtesan
When they say we are wrong
We’ll slip away and Sing our Secret song
