I wear stripes like a sailor of old
Sailing the seas of love
I wear checkers like a player of chess
Making the moves to win your heart
I’m not always strategic
But there’s a meaning to my fabric
I’m wearing
The sleeve of my heart
I wear paisley like wallpaper
I just wanna be in a room with you
I wear polka dots ‘cause I’ve spotted
The one I love, yes it is true
I’m not always strategic
But there’s meaning to my fabric
I’m wearing
The sleeve of my heart
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"like a sailor of old " very impressive with the text..The narrative in its sequential wording lay hold of its test
let me get something off my chest to lay hold of the rest
learning to take hold of flight soaring in the night is right
The poem marks a radical perception to comprehend
love the shape of its sphere all to draw ever near
Thank you again for the rich opportunity to read
Thanks Mario!
Thanks Mario!