He calls me Beautiful

Like it’s my government

Thought he wanted all

But he just wanted some of it

Can’t control his heart

So he had enough of it

Tried to pretend he wasn’t in love

But I knew something was up with it.

He held my hand under the moon

Told him

Maybe later

But now is too soon

My carpet leaves for Venus in an hour

I’m just on New Earth charging to the 7th Power

& The voyage is hours

So watch this pretty flower

Grow into a gorgeous Jasmine

High into heaven

Like the Eiffel Tower