Sunshine talented fever lemon bliss

all the ways I say you’re not vain

And you’re so talented

And so beautiful

And that I love you and of course I’m a romantic for you too, but a man is so bold to say so—-

And that I need you and miss you and

That I would do anything to see you smile,

No Jane, you’re not vain, all that I write other than stated otherwise is for you,

And I love you so much,

And I long for your heavenly, ethereal green touch,

You give me fevers I cannot keep down, you bring me up to a heat I cannot keep down it’s blistering and yet I’m not on fire

I’m unhurt

You’re my muse and I give you my love through my verse,

Read “Thank You” with the kissing puppets (I’m a strange man)

And all the current ones have more than Eyre can handle it’s my fault, I’m dust.