Her blood is as sweet as honeysuckle
Her ivory skin is warm to the touch
Though her stumbling quirks cause me to chuckle
Though I crave her love oh so very much
Crescent scars litter and blemish my skin
Though hers is as smooth as a summer peach
I do not know if I will ever win
She is always on the brink of my reach
Though her emotions put me in a daze
Sprinkled like red-thorned roses on a bed
And because my love is no summer haze
Though my heart might technically be dead
I shall go on for the brown-eyed beauty
Meeting again in Galveston City