Don't blame me,cause I'm in Love with Her,none of this stuff called'Life',was ever invented or planned by me.
I didn't make the vision that fell upon my eyes,the soft delicate delicious tones,the dreamy Princess sighs,lips full of every boyhood desire.
I didn't make dreams,hopes,or promises that tugged magically on heartstrings.
It wasn't me.
Blame starry moon lite nights,blame snowflakes falling thru silvery moonbeams in their downwards flight,gleaming up into the night,blame the goldiness in sunrises an sunsets,in her eyes,blame rainbows,not me.
Blame the alluring aroma of Spring,you get in early may morning dew,Blame this sweetness of life,on you.I was but a victim,it wasn't me,just like having snow in thunderstorms,you are magic too me.
Me in '72'in Cali,Air Force B-52 bombers.
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