"And Words Thereof"
by Shayne Edwin Pruett
I shall walk behind the rows,
As I search for a wild rose,
To hand to my lady Godiva,
By my side I am pariah.
Social outcast to those who knew,
The kind of things I could do,
She rides her horse through Coventry,
Where we live among dubiety.
Where moonlit nights drinking brandy,
Treat us as though we were grandee,
A child of passion, a fool of fame,
We love each other all the same.
The offers we should've refused,
Have nothing on the words we use,
To tell each other how we love,
With this word, that word, and words thereof.