Oh; for O

Oh; for O...You button up my collar and straighten my bowtie....correct my wishy washy passive slouch in postures passive presentation...look me in the eye and sigh....then you will your windy star-wish and blow gentle, sleepy dream-kiss monarchs all around my somber mind. good luck say... N' take my hand in the warm, confident unknown, aglow we dance the ballads open rhythmic road to infinity's romances...together where we fall into a dancefloor fairytale and waltz to second chances