The chaos moon shines grey
through the broken blinds of my rashackle manor
Reflecting neon on his peaceful slumber
Awakening him to face the elegance of the fading darkest hour
The sight of his sleepy, slightly dopey smile
Erases all my dumb and delicate doubts
While his eyes glistened, in the mid morning summer sun
When I woke next to you this morning
I realised you are by far the sweetest
Roly Poly Olly I could ever hope to claim as mine
And I don't seem much to mind
Your actions tend to speak volumes
Of what you may be to ashamed to admit you want to find
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