A priest arrived by ambulance
to bless our sudden kiss
A doctor brought his bag but cannot
treat such things as this
My jewelry is just colored rocks
like pretty polished hollyhocks
in silver settings gone to curls
the same as any other girl's
but I could be your only love.
A flautist played our melody
in notes so fine and clear
That summer brought her midnights close
so that the moon could hear
the notes, the song so marvelous
the player played so long for us
the priest laid down his holy flask
the doctor blushed before he asked
if I could be your only love.
An urchin took a photograph
of you in uniform
You gave me spice and chocolates
to keep my fever warm
and lucky is the lucky bird
who calls and calls a wafting word
In this peculiar pregnant dawn
his curious and constant song
that I could be your only love.