They are so arrogant,
Egos and dominoes,
They are so vigilant,
Eagles of tomorrows,
But I burnt the tip,
Extended to my lip,
To breath a sip,
And hunger a ship,
I’d fly away in gold,
But it’s too cold,
I prefer to mold,
What I can hold,
I did a lot,
The girl,
I did forgot,
The pearl,
I traveled a mile,
A tall sheet pile,
For just a smile,
On the wall to tile,
You curve my envy,
Your skirt is milky,
Your hand will seek me,
And I will flee,
You are so perfect,
Beautiful circlet,
You are so perfect,
Alone, to neglect…
Luc Laverdure