Parme
French times are just day times
in France,
women are just
flowers that can dance,
blue is the ocean
when i see ewe,
sky is purple
but not blue,
time is in the bottle now,
every time i see you.
Time is just the enemy
but not of ewe.
Parme is the color of my lambe~ too.
If only I could dance;
I would prance,
around the stance ,
and underneath the moon.
