pleasing on the eyes

pleasing on the eyes
and clever with the keys
how your vision goes down
south
as you induce these words
and really live my life

so you might find it depressing
when it's time for confessing
she's bound for rejecting
the boldest man on earth

take it all in stride
there's bound for more to read

but no way could i?
would i?
should i?
make this a love poem

when there's nothing more to say
time moved on
and surely you can't stay

(so here's my touch of grace)

i had said too much
but meant so little
and thus my hopes are not
dashed in vain
for i've kept you entertained

(alas i must bid thee farewell.)