It’s In A Name

When your mind finds a cause to hope,
Hays wanting to make the sun shine,
Yearning life’s tips on how to cope:
I want to be your cause to dine,
Laced with healing words like a pope.
On forever that you’ll be mine:
Vaccinate your heart with love’s soap,
E’eryday I’ll be priest in your shrine,
Make love to you and ease your grope,
Your cute lips and mine to align.
Never ever leave or elope,
And whene’er I dare cross the line:
Mention my name, it is my rope,
E’rytime you call, it chills my spine.

Wildkhard [TA]