Say A Little Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep
It's pretty hopeless
But I keep
trying.
The numbers from the clock tick by
Do match the color of my eyes.
If I should finally close my eyes
I pray you'll let sleeping mommy's lie!
posted by The Warbler | 3/21/2006 01:49:00 PM
9 Comments:
4 evah 4 evah
u'll stay in my heart.
I watch your amazing beauty as you pass the roads, me staying hidden as I am far too ugly to even let you look at me. It makes me happy when you are, and not when you're not.
I think that I shall never see
A thing as lovely as,
well,
me.
Everybody keeps asking me "Who's the fairest of all?"
I keep answering "The Warbler is the fairest of them all."
Needless to say, I've been passing through alot of garage sales lately. Hope you'll find me at one and take me home!
Are you kidding me? So do I!
For me Ladye Warbler:
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
The Warbler has decided to sit back with a contented little sigh and drink it all in.
Will,
Call me.
If only I could, me Ladye Warbler
If only I could.
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