Eternal Girl
I always see you there,
but I am afraid to stare.
For you,
I would climb the stairway of death
just to taste
your liquid golden breath.
Girl, tell me, please,
are you full of gypsy spirit just like me?
If so, we will roam together for eternity.
I am a red-haired lover,
a mean space-age biker,
and a legging-clad admirer too.
Girl, sometimes the world confuses me,
and I do not know what I want.
But I do know when I see you;
your beauty is nature’s A to Z.
My brain is all mixed up inside;
I have a cocktail head and an astral bed.
For you, yes, for you, I am a fool.
James Garratt – January 1993
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Eternal Girl – Written January 1993 (Aged 17)
