Di’s Song

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Lately, it seems
the seams of my heart
are straining;
sprung from containing
all that I feel
for you.
And though it’s draining,
I’m not complaining,
not in the slightest, dear.
I’m a glutton for punishment,
what’s a gourmand like me to do?
Answer me quick,
before I fill up!
You’re the tastiest wine,
I’m the tiniest cup!
Oh, I could be convinced
to spend a little time on you;
Oh I could be convinced
to spend all my time on you.
If only I
could find a method by
which I could truly capture
your beauty,
t’would be my solemn duty
to see that great task through.
I’m afraid no Rembrandt,
Van Gogh nor Gauguin
could do justice to your splendor,
but I bet you wouldn’t care,
if I could travel there, to you.
Oh I *suppose* that I would (lol)
if you tell me it’s true:
All those things your eyes
promise you do!
Oh, I could be convinced
to spend a little time on you;
Oh, I could be convinced
to spend all my time on you.
*bullshit trombone solo*
With your eyes that arrest,
your cheeks red with blush;
you’re a cab sauvignon,
I’m a certified lush!
I’ll be your Robert P.,
be my Kate Mulgrew;
I could spend a whole dragon of
an age with you!
Oh, I could be convinced
to spend a little time
on you;
Oh I could be convinced
to spend all my time on you ��