MY ROCK

Royal like a rocky ridge,
Your sentiments are sedimentary
The seeds you plant
Are curved & cocky
Adamant to make amends
You are igneous
And want to be metamorphy
But, the thing about amends,
My wanna-be Tarzan
Is that my feelings descend
From tree to tree
Before I am absolutely free
But there are aerial roots
And an upended garden
From where we can see the mystery
About which the fireflies whisper
Just like you kissed her,
something that was meant to be
Between the jungle, you, me
But you rock and you rock
And you rock and you
Rock.