The loving mind.

Music playing in deaf ear, I abandoned much. Unkempt is her love, I delight in her touch. Who stops at red light, all fear departs. Not this luckless jester, confesses, to false starts. Careers with face forward, discards stop sign. Jaw cut and now scarred shall she be mine. No peeking over shoulder, as rocks start to fall. Lovers song pitching louder, plucking at gift less moll. Who needs you’re warning, I have notes to play. Alfred’s cakes are burning, history of another day. Soon the silence bellowed, haste lost, faltering on check. Footsteps so politely followed, now a shouting wreck. The time is cruel. teaching, will o wisp was she. The mind lost, beseeching, every pain to body, is free. free.