I'M Sorry Mr. Mitchell But I Love Her Poem by King Midas

I'm sorry to reign over your parade
But my darling, she's mine first
Her eyes were shade for so little time
But she still had my thirst
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I quench deep down inside
Her soul of gold and splendor
I'm tormented inside; fourteen shades of grey
Dysfunctioned by these consequences that are rendered

I'm a sage of shadows hiding
Inside the beaming sun of heart's content
Inside her soul I'm raptured
By the grace of God I REPENT!

So Mr. Mitchell please stand aside
And let the only dream come to harvest
I know now how it feels to lose
Not having her is the hardest

It's my glorious prize to claim
The dawning has come for now
I love her, you'll just understand
After all I did somehow