Sit On My Seat
Maybe Hell is Too Good for Me, the Devil Wouldn’t Let Me In
And here goes the highlight of my last few days
The euphoria of loveliness and joy
To know to be loved and to love
To know love and to show it off
In all of its vulnerability, and anecdotes
I’m sure the echoes I hear are great sounds
The old ones we tell to ourselves with so much delight in our faces
I’m sure we will cover great grounds
To tell the world of our story in different phases
Perhaps, also in different places
These places we have been
Not recounting the earlier days of this student-master train
Now it’s a love train, and we are never getting off
There were once echoes of hard time and now the sounds have ceased in my ears
They have dropped off the bus of my heart
One after the other, as simple as that.
The fondness will be contained, but not now
The aisle of my affection is blocked by nothing that can be named, a noun
The life of a man deserves order
It deserves a sense of priority
With less to say, and much to do
Words are good, but not always true
Hence, deeds are better
Better for all it’s worth. Better, because it works
So while I stand here. Dignified by your applause
I’ll honor the one I’ve come to love and cherish. The woman in and of my dream. The calm in the storm and of course, the storm itself.
I’ll let her walk this aisle of mine — the aisle of affection.
I’ll let her pirouette the free way and then create her own blocks
I’ll let her sit on my seat
For with her, I’m better and
With me, she is the best.
