my word
  Don't you impede my heart
  Make my sight blurred
  unless of course you feel
  That confrontations are funny
  Or sad with occasional sunny
  SpelIs
  You will be so intensely slow
  But then
  You've always been that way
  Since I don't know when
  However wouldn't it be
  Rather nice if in some way
  You could run with the minimum of effort a
  Realy
  I don't Iove you look down or above you
  So why should I hesitate
  Not Ietting out my independent air
  That sweet aroma of contentment I implore
  You not to ignore
  Although I have to anyway