I've got the runaway smile to steal your eye
But not your heart...
I am roving mischief on the sleeve of Chance,
Begging,
Beckonnnning
For sweet ignorance's kiss...
And yet...
Blissful regret stings me
Like an elegant paper cut.
I run
Savagely
Into the arms
Of a Maybe,
Forcing myself on him
Like desperate death.
Oh, the lips of Remorse are cruel indeed!!
See, I do not fully regret this night leap
Over the bow of the good ship Prudence.
I have flung caution (so many times)
To the sighing friendship sea
That a wiser person
Should render me
"Incorrigible,"
Unworthy of anyone's time
But dear Attention,
Who, on the day of my birth,
Swooped down from his lofty perch
And landed square in my living room.
Long and loudly, he protested rightful ownership,
Until his passionate love
Gave him due cause to snatch me up,
Without pause,
Into his burly, bereft, and bustling arms...
...With Gaston for a guide,
Can I really be blamed for this weakness?
