Green were the winds
Blue were the skies
That very first day
when we shook eyes
What a perfect reflection,
souls from forgotten lives.
Much a surprise such a cunning disguise
for a mouth so wise, and compatible size.

Blessed by the mountain
kissed by the seas
We gave thanks to Earth
for being surrounded by trees.

Dreams and bodies brewed
in our tent and the space between our knees
Torn underwear, instead of strip-tease
To fall in love
some do with ease
But to become love itself, I once struggled to believe.
Metamorphosis of an epic scale.
So blow wind blow
Into these lover's sail
Blow wind blow
And forever tell the tale

She had that passive presence
Like the ticking sound of a clock
Sometimes you might notice her
Most often at times you do not
Like a wallflower, she is
You notice her on the wall
But then you get use to her
And don't care if she's there at all
As if she is just forgettable
You can't help it if you forget
She is use to it, it's understandable
It still hurts her nonetheless