Jennifer Three

If I warm my toes, around your fire, why start to deny, that what you lose, for many a lie, is lost on my excuses, a chance to show, on dancing wires, that I can grow, am not just the fool, who plays for the time, runs with other fools, no more than now, what is made right, by these holy vows, my blood's smoky blue, why do you require, to know what’s true, I'm getting old, don't need a sign, to live without windows, or drink your wine.