I want you to be my greatest coincidence,
to beat on the door of my innocence.
Shall we wrap ourselves in irony?
like some sort of Shakespeare comedy?
For there’s a danger in your smile.
It might trick me for a while.
I’ve been led down a path,
which i’ve not been.
All together unexpected –
chasing names like we meant it.
Avoiding some calamity,
with our clandestine revelry.
Do tell what’s your name?
And what is your trade?
A heartsmith or just a pretty face.
inspired by a page from my ironic life.
OH. And while we’re talking about irony… love this.