whisper in her ear
the words she longed to hear
wipe away the rebel tear
hold her ever near
touch her skin and make it sear
banish all her inner fear
take a chance, shift the gear
tell her it ain’t love of simple mere
into her eyes why don’t you peer
but please i beg you , don’t leer
and most certainly don’t jeer
i don’t think it matters if she’s queer
i can bet right on, she’s still dear
so to her direction, why don’t you veer
could turn into a day, month or a year
so think about that over a pint of beer.
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