Paul Three

I wonder if she's right, to head for the sea, lilac as the night, she’ll dance and parade, make love before the enemy, her soul works this way, the shouting and fighting, slakes her release, time is her lightning, her eyes bear the day, cold in the season, when she joins the fray, it comes down the wire, before she flees, a heart from the fire, she carries sweet grace, spring's done with greeting, she needs to be away, bags weigh heavy at night, it's fun to believe, she'll never sit tight, will always want me ?