Frankie

Love you have to show, dissolves gives way, makes a fool of every bone, is it just your need, to circle the days, with what won't let you see, your garments worn, like a drunken oblate's, tells me all I know, incense, flowers, creeds, to dance on Island States, is that all you feel, with all that you've sown, to keep only blame, a head for a scarecrow. buy a house by the sea, find your owm space, Spring's soon to be, well I'll be blowed, you'll come away Saturday, bring whiskey I suppose, I won't be paying.