Even in the darkest and most humiliating cell The tender love and acute feeling for freedom is telling. When you are with a beautiful lady one on one Please behave; say nothing; see nothing; do nothing
Sorry, that’s not what I really intended to say But whenever you are with a beautiful rose The heart is always hungrily wanting decidedly Especially when the inquisitive eyes see and the mind registers
But, sorry, that is not what I really meant to say, my dear What do you really see or think when you are all alone? And just what does she think when you are all alone with her? Don’t wander too far off, my dear
Please pardon my naivety, that’s not what I actually meant In deep though, the human mind too can go astray in dreaming Just as one strangely wanders off in deep, deep sleep One often dreams of going strange places he had not seen
Sorry, I have just been misled out of my wit I can read your heart when you come well attired, baby And also interpret your tricky gaze whenever you smile Your rare and imposing beauty is but a classic poetry, you know
Oh sorry, baby, that is not what my heart really lays So hold your peace and emotion or charge it to my heart Sure, I can hear and understand the whispering of your heart And also the sobbing of your soul and loving and kind heart
Pardon me for my stupidity, my dear darling babe This little pen is too fast; and pens what I don’t advice Yet, being the holder, I accept full responsibility for that The frisky pen is not only mine, it is controlled by me
I’m trying to walk a new road which is lost in the woods It passes through a jungle over a large and muddy creek For decades it has not been walked; it is rough and lost Abandoned, it is too bushy and needs to be walked by me now
Sorry, I deeply erred; that’s not really me to walk it Although too spry for my age, I’m not really that old to walk it I guess it needs some cat with an enormous strength Why, because the road is too bushy and lost and must be walked
Again, I’m out of my wit; sorry for my pronounced foolishness But thank God I’m getting my message through at least Be polite, don’t kick me off for my age, I’m well meaning, yes. I’m so tender at heart; I will make you wet yourself with tears of joy
Sorry, if I said anything so rude or offensive to your ears But tonight and every night in your sleep and sweet dreams I will drop a special love note under the pillow you lie your head on With my own blood, I wrote it across the table of your loving heart
Sorry, if I have stabbed your heart with love that is so true But even God knows I have no regrets or apology for loving you so It has been too long since I have been cautiously holding back And sorry, I was simply holding back because I was holding back
Sorry, that I have been too hesitant to honestly come out For fear of the shade of the huge and tall tree standing behind you For still in that huge and tall tree is a hungry lion looking below Only roaring and desperately wanting to leap at any intruder
And the message in the roaring of the huge and red eyes lion is, “This beauty is all mine; touch not; just stay clear for your safety…” Then he raises his fearful and threatening voice again and again Opens his mouth in flames and displays his sharp claws heartlessly
Sorry, for hurting you so annoyingly, my dear young lady But once I heard you on the phone saying to whom I know not, “For years now, my friend, nobody really takes care of me but myself” So I now take that challenge though too old and unemployed and so poor Despite, I’m so loving and caring and am too old, yes, but not cold
NOTE: Please stop pretending, baby. You know this is all to you.
