Paul Three

Drunk enough to ask why, accept she's been chosen, before you deny, or fall from her crazes, what she tried to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead her favourite lines, our time goes by unspoken, accept heaven's cry, outside of all your praises, do not shrink nor coax, those wonderful ways, at the grave in time, to verify love's cloaking, a cloud sails the sky, what settles on your face, on these cold bones, when you blow the traces, a flower at your side, a piece of stone, more than any pride, just some little token.