Being Genteel And 'south' Bright Lights

Being genteel and 'South' Bright Lights; How do you make me say good bye... when I won't even say hello... and you wanting me, all that much more... Genteel is the tree you define when I stand... and protocol when due is love unconfined... though with these fearful times seldom mentioned... when....that smile so refined..burns low.. defining each line on your face... being in and out of love so much.... I think more of.. Those broad circles with your company... and long their framed pedigrees... with such societal pretensions....... and great trepidation.... lost in my limited retention... once I pondered..Hence it.... Tap, tap, taps on that brass handled... closet door and... requires that I pray..even more...I must sit.... While your hand I kiss...do I tighten my hand... your grasp on mine even more.....I trust... Beauty stays once-too short.. and grants me some familial attention... I bow now but to grace and eloquence..... The pianos broad key accords...... white ivory keys spaced...lay off the dark... as long fingers have each fine tuned..... and you made me turn around soft melodies... now genteel each shadow..which croons... in dance and play... while that light burns orange and so low...... and being not genteel and good night... I turn to hard the key...once again.. locking out each melancholia day....each night.