In the eyes of him was laughter with no sound
With the mouth on him there were no words
In spite of him I touched down with anger
With the delight in him
My circus of anger was abused with hidden frowns
No show of display, by his dismay
He never excepted my play
His performance was the attraction
of a woman so profound
With the mouth on him there were no words
He never fooled with a womens thought of circus clowns