Being Not Genteel And Good Night

Being not genteel and good night; How do you make me say good bye... when I won't even say hello... and you wanting me all that much harder... 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.. defines the lines on your face... being in and out of love so much.... I think more of.. Those broad circles with that company... and long there framed pedigree... with such societal pretensions....... and great trepidation.... lost in my limited retention... once I pondered..Hence it.... requires that I pray..even more...I must sit.... While your hand I kiss...do I muster... your grasp on mine even more.....trust... Beauty stays once-too short.. and grants me familial attention... I bow now to grace and eloquence..... The pianos broad cords.... white ivory keys.. lay tuned..... and you made me turn around soft melodies... now genteel fingers.. dance and play... while that light burns low...... and being not genteel and good night.