Midnight Call-to-Arms

There’s a hunger deep inside of me 

That only you can cure.

A wanting and a needing

For a love that’s rare and pure—

For you’re that special someone

Who is meant to spend with me

A happy-ever-after.

An immense eternity—

My message-in-a-bottle—this is my

Midnight call-to-arms.

Whatever will it take to win

Your heart—I have but charm.

I’m not sure what that counts for but I

Do have it in spades

And wit, my love, with wit I shall

Conclude this love crusade.

Hasten with the fervor of a

Queen seeking a King

Who's cornered every suitor

And found them all lacking.

Find me in the corner

Of a Honky Tonk on Broad.

I’ll be there standing nervously

With wit and charm but flawed.