C-L-S

You can't rule with an imaginary crown,

we left the real ones on the shelf in Great Britain,

hundreds of years ago.

We left to be free,

we the people would love to be free.

I shouldn't like it but I do,

a drip of poison or 2.

You love me,

and I love you.

4 years is too long to wait,

I need you now,

let me get a taste.

I fell asleep,

in your lap,

my head on your leg,

It wasn't one those deep sleeps,

It was the kind when you still hear and feel everything but you are indeed,

asleep.