Hold this rose, like crazy

Nearly 20 months have passed to the day now history

Tho yesterday, tho moving, sitting stately

As a queen, engrossed in some performance

Smiled, bit your finger without realising

I guess, must have pleased your Lady’s eyes

Your hair, a birds nest stacked atop, eyes shined

Met mine, swirling obsession round us

Lifted you high off the ground – a rose

Queen on your throne, my spirit went off

Stop! Talk to me a second, you’re crazy as I am

In this crumbling kingdom, all we want to do is fuck

Amid ruin, hold this close – from your servant girl, a rose