If I feel naked without you,

What does that say about me?

That I would go naked by myself 

In broad daylight down the street?

I would you know,

Like Godiva on her horse

O’er the Cobblestone Roads of Coventry,

With only my long hair to cover me,

To pay the ransom taxes,

To set you free,

And only one soul

Gauche enough to peek at me,

Sir Thomas, the brave peeper,

Now known as Thomas the Blind.

But if, as for some noble cause,

I ride for you,

What does it say

That I would do something 

I wanted to,

And yet, in such an altruistic way?

-jenn