Don’t kill my love, my dear –
I please you every day,
You yield me, if you’re near
The hills between us lay.
This hills are ways from happy
To plate without you,
Your answer is brain mapping
That makes top hill’s adue.
Your sad is hollow latex
Of canyon lakes…that’s why
The length between mount apex
Could abate space of cry.
And I, being mountain bear,
Please you, who’re squirrel tail:
Don’t kill my love, my dear
When rums along hill trail.
