I Love You Like Red on Blue
For his laugh or his smile;
I'd twice walk every mile.
For his smirk or his grin;
I'd forge a river of tin.
For the privilege of his voice;
I'd sacrifice the choice,
Of beef and brisket,
Or bread and biscuit.
In these I shan't rejoice.
To touch his skin so blue,
I'd lose an arm, it's true.
And to feel his lips on mine,
Would be an act divine.
But nothing I do,
Would catch his attention…
Because his eye is on you,
Our host at the Justice Convention.
Kitane
