The Green Mystic

Blue On face On a race To catch the best with steps without retrace. Angry though with smiles they protest- With nerdiest of grins, we have them arrest. Smeared them faces with hands, the powdered beryl hue. Perverts fill their minds with thoughts to molest- Filthy hands groping for their breast. Not I, I'm not Scapegrace- Nor breast obsessed. Shirts displace, Disgrace!! True!!

Yearn to hold thy trembling hands; Over turbulent seas and scorching sands Unlike all, never you utter'd a sound. Sugar sweet is your healing word; Humble, honest, heart of gold- Only not you speak your heart. Unaware that your hands are cold. Love you showered upon me Dear I'm here don't you see? Had I known, you would change Anger in your eyes is really strange. Vindicate me from this mystery- Expel me from this misery. Stayed despite all hints, And for years I pled. If I wasn't the charming prince- Dear, you should have said.