I'll admit it. Sometimes love comes around like a late night snack.

Maybe
 I am
 saying
 goodbye
 I’ll miss you

But
 that kiss
 leaves mists
 in the valleys and
shadows in my soul

I want to grow old with you
 and your heart
and soft peace

My cocktail,

when the words fail to birth themselves to your earth

My force,
my commander,
my tower
 you tame my hyenas
 my extra stars

Ah!
My Queen
 I am King when your hand is in mine

Have a very happy
 general and 
specific Friday
For yourself 
in official freedom 
and for the your pretty wings,
isnt it that
generally also my Angel.