Romantic Sky's linger horizontally,
dreams laced aside the flowing river
yet the English malady lingers despicably,
spires, gargoyles, statuesque emperors sliver.
Romantic platitudes, upon Francaise latitudes,
all so absurd.
A vex on my heart leaves no solitude,
dissident imposter's are all that is heard.
My beauteous darling, latches my arm in turn,
we watch the merriment of music along the seine.
Yet insecure, tremblings show me only a path too my urn,
metal asparagus rusts like my pain.
Sullied, overbearing shivering skys,
too live in anguish and torment is the English way,
see it in my eyes.
vex her heart today is the day.
From pont neuf i clamber up and jump down,
shout i love you as my soul is slowly drowned.
touch the last second of life and curse that English town.
wish the malady could of stayed away but it chases like a hound.
