Vintage

The journey might take ages,
But I did get to its last page,
Cos where you are I did love to stay caged,
And right beside you I would pay to age,
Your name I want to scream while on stage,
Will burn bushes to send you those messages,
As I wish I did get a perfect massage,
From those fingers free from mustache,
Your Irresistible eyes now my passage,
As I travel the tides with numerous dirge,
Yet feeling only the need to get drenched,
By the very flow that clears your breakage,
Quality of the this joy Vintage,
Leave me and I never would Age,
Be an angel and I did be boarding to heavenly stage.