Each time I tried to speak to you
i got so tongue tied, it was not
a pretty sight to see
when I was
a young man of nineteen years
in full blushing retreat
turning red
feeling the blood pump wildly
into my head
the first time i saw
you in those beige carpeted
corridors
My Lady of Queens
i inhaled your beauty
like a magical drug
your long brown hair
your dancer's body
your freshman biography
said that you were
a cheerleader
and your big brown eyes
that
looked
at me like they already knew
me
My Lady of Queens
but I was too afraid
to return your glance
that seemed to know me better
than I knew myself
in my own reflection
tonight i'll pray for world peace
and play some blues chords
on my Lucky 7 guitar
and wonder where
you are
My Lady of Queens
we sat by your window
one late evening
in the moonlight
you said my complexion was perfect
with not a blemish in sight
that felt more than alright
but inside, i felt so uptight
i talked about another
girl
because I was so scared to
be rejected by my picture
of perfection
My Lady of Queens
the last time I saw you
you were quite curt
i guess you gave up on me
ever acting in honesty
still it did hurt
right said
may your family prosper strong
and
live lives that are long
but somehow I do
hope that there is
a memory that lingers
tucked deep inside
maybe
on a heart string
that I occupy
My Lady of Queens

the apache kid