Eccentric ode to you, g

An ode to you, a dance of us two all askance, cause its you I dance, but do you dance by chance?

Write, yknow, an ode to you, it’s how I feel, just how I feel, an ode happening about you, around you hovering like you’re God on clouds, yknow, it’s your ode

And maybe it is your fault, its your ode i wrote….

Or maybe I could paraphrase a Trump fan, and hold up an ode-sign which reads

The only thing g’s guilty of is being too cool

(Cuz he was guilty)

An ode to you, I just write y’know, a flower opens when I think of you

You love me or not?

Yes or no, I sway between the two, the greatest love I’ve known

Tho I know not your star sign, know not if you find me funny – or not!

An ode to you, but it’s all askew, perchance you’ve not got two left feet, too? But, I think you do

Cause in this ode, I’ll write that you love me, too!