A poem to Alice because she's Bela

Westworld Tv series that both Sue and me love

A short poem to Alice (because she loves me without ice)...

 I was somewhere...

 You told me about the atmosphere...

 You told me about a cowboy as a toy...

 You told me about an empire...

 (I don't remember if it was Deadwood, food or Boardwalk inside a talk)...

 Your lips were moving...

 I was noticing something that you were saying to me:

- Hey love, what will we do today?

 I looked at your blue dress...

 I didn't knew what to tell you then...

 Maybe I was being shy while observing your left eye...

 You told me this:

- Man, love you to the moon and back...

- Can you buy us a beer pack?

 I was thinking where to go because I listened to a blow...

 You told me this:

- Man, don't be bad...

- Don't play dead...

 I knew that I was half asleep and I kissed you on your left cheek.

 You screamed this to me:

- HEY MAN, WHAT'S THIS?

- WHY DON'T YOU KISS ME ON THE LIPS?

- DO YOU'VE A LOVER?

- I'LL KILL YOU WITH A GUN FOR FUN...

 I was thinking on a TV series and you told me this:

- I'll buy you a book if you give me a lip kiss...

 I was inside some spell and I knew it quite well...

 You asked me this: 

- Don't you love my new dress?

- I'll create a total mess...

 I looked at your golden hair with despair...

 I thought on what to say if I wasn't kind with Clementine...

 I thought on who pray if I messed with Maeve in her wrong day...

 You told me this:

- You're only a Teddy bear...

- You never comb your own hair...

 Without knowing what to do, I've cooked something for you...

 You were telling me about the cold war and that we all were a simple blur...

 I was forgetting our own time and you told me this:

- Hey Man, love you...

- Nevermind