I want to be that man who with a

Word can shave miles from your

Frown,

To easily ease the unease,

Fermenting like gone off milk in her fraught

Forehead.

 

For I want to be that man who with a

Whisper can save the almond blossom

From the ruthless rain,

And easily ease the unease,

Brewing like an Atlantic storm in her melancholy

Mind.

 

Mind you, I want to be that man who with a

Smile can stave off the barbed tail of the

Wyvern,

And I’ll easily ease the unease

Forever melting like snow in my doting

Hands.