Thank You ~Miss A My dear, dear. If it’s given by you, I’ll treasure it. Whether it’s the merry that you bring, Or the desolation or the sorrow. I’ve gone beyond you, see you inside out, Saw what is your morale, seen it through, A bit gaiety, a bit Sinclair; humble at all times, I know the humid ring around that, alarms ‘n chimes. I am seated here, praying to lord, thinking of you, I’m letting the scent drown me, gulping in all you do. Accepted you for you. The good and bad alike, And for it I want to thank you. Meat cut with a knife. In my whispers to the hearer, I don’t ask for you to change, I believe to have you is a blessing, I wish you all the same. Chant to the universe, this precious is mine, Connect to all realms, tell them you behold my shrine. I guess it is the time, a newborn tastes the lime and likes it, Even though pace of hurt is leisure, it’s blinded by the delight. Any before you can figure out the matrix, you’re obsessed, Swallow what is ...