“My Lady Love”

One woman
Has took my heart.
One woman
Has took my heart.
She is a beauty
Says me,
A beauty be she.
What is her name?
I know that not,
But I shall soon
With the help of my great mentality.

The woman
Who took my heart
Is named Ashley,
And she is the woman who I want to be
With all my life:
I her husband; she my wife.
Her beautiful body is so tan
From her head to her feet:
That is what makes me her biggest fan.
She is so silent and so sweet.
I love      her more than
I      love food even.
I want to make her mine, man.
That’s what      I’ll      do:
That I can
Promise you.

Her name is Ashley,
She took away my heart with just a smile;
I get a happy feeling that shall last a while,
Hopefully forever:
That is, if I pull the lever
To unlock the gate that keeps me
From expressing my love to beautiful sweet Ashley.
I am a coward when it comes to love!
I am just a lonesome dove.
I know what to say to her.
I know what to say and what will occur
When I tell her!
I am fearless when it comes to anything
Else,
But when it comes to love I can’t sing
Out the words I want to say!
I shall talk to her on this day!
I shall listen to her speak!
I shall not be weak!
I shall not express my love of her to her face,
Just yet.
I shall take it slow in pace.
I shall learn everything about her;
I shall become her friend.
I shall listen to her purr
Out the words that her beautiful voice do send
Out so perfectly.
Then I shall tell her, eventually,
That I am in love with she.

She is Ashley,
My feminine love.
She is lovely
Like a dove.
I have not seen her yet today.
I miss her, that is all I say,
Right now.
It is near lunchtime, my stomach craves
For her, instead of nourishment.
My mind raves
With the many thoughts and ideas (I lament)
About her in all these      sexual positions
That I have only imagined,
And put in some of my compositions!
I want…her to be my companion!
Myself, I am urgin,
To get with that virgin
That be sweet Ashley!
I want her; I long for her!
A mere mention of her name
Makes the angry growling that does occur
Whenever I am hungry, lame
Away to nothingness:
That is how I know my stomach craves
And raves,
Over her and good delicious helping
Of hamburger or salad or steak.
She causes my mind to quake
And thinking of her keeps my mind awake,
So I cannot sleep!
I just reside in bed in one big heap:
This I tell you, for my love of her is deep,
And I long for her sweet lovin’.

I saw Ashley once again:
The beautiful tan virgin.
I said not a word to her,
And      she said not a word to me.
She looked very hot to me.
I shall never be her ho,
Because she shall not know
How I feel about her.
I shall never have her though.
Like she would want my anyway,
If I had her she would probably turn gay.
I like her, I want her,
But she shall never be with me.
She shall never be
My lady.
Rosebud.

A copy of a replica of the original composition composed in early 2001.