Silver drums, rhythms that he hums. Waltzing dogs that come when he calls. Plans for one he keeps in a coffer. What can I offer, I don't know. . Can I bring him, love words to sing him.
Write me a royal-blue parchment poem. Draw me a royal-blue lady like me. Draw me a smile. That's a lot like my own. . And make my eyes flowers. And make my mind see.