i will bide my time
with you my
for it was you,
who came with,
the gift of love.
to my barricaded
and knocked gentle
and soothed my
you came with a box, wrapped, in compassion
and tied with, ribbons of joy
hope, on the wings
i will bide with you,
i will bide with you.
And my watered eyes set the note alight, and bolted the door.
I couldn't stand to see it.
Flames engulfing felt somehow more
Painful then first occured.
I stared mournfully at words
Oh, part of me exists that wanted to shove it under your nose,
But a part of me stared at the solitary windowsill Rose.
And I'll admit, there was a plan in place
Just at first, glued together with haste
Revenge would've been sweet
And still tempts the nagging voice
Reminds me that you still have no explanation, leaving me no choice.
And I still believe words of June
I can bide, bide, bide, but soon..
her little tush
neath the mongrel's nose
she wanted his appendage
her back-end hose
the all fours position
she did earnestly beg
in the hope
the female Corgi
twas so satisfied
on his phallus
'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,
Are frail and failing sair;
And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad,
Gin I come hame nae mair.
The grist is out, the times are hard,
The kine are only three;
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee.
'I fear me sair they're failing baith;
For when I sit apart,
They talk o' Heaven so earnestly,
It well nigh breaks my heart.
So, laddie, dinna urge me now,
It surely winna be;
I canna leave the auld folk yet.
We'd better bide a wee.'
I saved my childish heart for you
and luckily for me you took it
our life of glorious ups and ups
across the world or just next door
I would never have wanted anyone else
I couldn’t have loved you more.
Who could ever imagine
how amazing a person could be
the goodness and love you’ve given
you’ve given only to me
and why I ask was I ere so blessed
we make our choice with a heart that’s free.
There are times even now when I catch
my breath and feel a wonderful sigh
of contentment at my very full glass
and I smile as I think of my riches
it’s as if I’d been given all of that bread
and eaten all of those fishes.
After these thoughts my pains just ease
I’ll deal with those another day
and in your beauty I will bide
I’ll not change a single thing
but listen to your beating heart
and hear my own heart sing.
©Joe Wilson – Love will always win…2014