With your twelve red roses Still fresh on my table You seduced me outright With all you were able I was able too Out of loneliness and lust Any honourable intentions Shot to dust
The little faces So eager and free The willing teacher Able to be Free from constraints A conduit for grace The look of relief On a child's unconditioned face
Misery is optional - or so they say. Misery equates to: a cup of tea willingly left to mould funny DVDs left unwatched friends pushed aside or neglected