single handidly I write down a thought it smellls like roses and sweet cream is it a reality or is it a dream it floods my soul so i know not more bleeding in blasphamies it chills me to the core danger i feel could i be in love pleasant pain toting a gun one small move or a gentle shove........ thus i could be at an end step carefully around my corpus for the bullet need no send the harsh realm is in my view can i say yes i could but it may be a just due laugh at me not i feel a bleed for it is I whom was shot trail my laughter at my own amiss love has gotten me with one fowl swoop of a kiss