I know you don’t want to be looked upon
But I can’t help keeping your beauty in view
You feel self-conscious
Though I’m whole heartedly in love with you
Please do not hinder my sight
I want you to always be at my side
You’re the nearest thing to perfection
I’ll be devastated if you run off & hide
Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal
Hey there, ballerina Graceful upon your toes A pleasure to view I’m not as innocent as those Need to kiss that smile Are you always this chipper A wink & a taunt I’m going to destroy that zipper
Sitting in front of the vanity Deciphering all your beauty marks You see lines, wrinkles & blemishes I see my very own Domestic Monarch
You’ll never see what my soul knows But, I know how lucky I am to have this view I’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherish I’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you
Sailing out on the good ship Prevailing winds ensuring a clear path Foregoing the unexplained existence Forging headlong into nature’s wrath Arctic waters surrounding our view Diligent sailors crewing this steel boat Perpetually longing for a illusive home But buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat
Which distance Our beliefs corresponding What strain Our thoughts absconding Taking the time to reason, Ponder & contemplate Our combined future Viewed as a delicious fate
With a patriot’s heart & a skeptical view
A tentative belief in those on marble steps
I ask to show me your heroes
But knowing exterior appeasement is false
Honoring the Flag doesn’t equate
To praising those who run the State
Knowing by virtue of appearing on a ballot
They’re not worthy
We’re all the villains Each & every citizen with a vote We’ve allowed our nation to dwindle Expecting democracy to survive by rote But we can still change out the actors Hope in action is exactly what we need to do Purge the Capital of all the politicians I declare we need Capra’s Washingtonian view