on the wings of a Kunt

after many years of witnessing abuse
i changed my ways and stopping slinging shit
i manipulated the lines of prose and rhyme
to suit my plans - i ruined that bitch
for such a long time i forgot to ask
about the signs and signals sent by love
for a courting couple - you need to believe
a proper relationships' not one i suffer in gracious grief
so this time, i'll wise up and get a grip - for good
there's got to be a future in this game of catch up
for the love of the pair of us - is something beautiful
i don't often experience such wonder - though the sensation is real
i'm not some delusional crazy with a belief in what's irrational -
though i've heard some incredibly beastly perversions, satisfied
so, shouldn't we give our love  a chance and let it fly to the heavens
on the wings of a pigeon englishmans' wishes.