Behind That Brown Frown

I am dying to find out what’s hidden behind that frown. I am ready to kneel, to beg, and to really get down, Like the departed soul’s brother Mr. James Brown. If only you could sporadically or overtly smile, I would be able to decipher or to label your style. This behooves me that I have been unable to find an answer. I am eager to comprehend the rhythm, the power That you have on me, on my heart, and on my soul. This is strange; this is unbelievably unusual That I cannot fully understand your charisma, The tempo and the beat of your samba. Let me drown behind that brown frown, Let me dive-in, dig-in and get-down, All day long and all night long for years. Those emotions bring salty tears To my eyes. I long to be swinging in your arms, To be wheedled in your sweet palms, And to paint you with love and charms.