Parme

 
 Parme
Parme

French times are just day times
 in France,
women are just
flowers that can dance,
blue is the ocean
when i see ewe,
  sky is purple
but not blue,
  time is in the bottle now,
 every time i see you.
Time is just the enemy
but not of ewe.
Parme is the color of my lambe~ too.
If only I could dance;
I would prance,
around the stance ,
and underneath the moon.