Be humble , in this
the world you will inherit

Every day is fresh air
if I don't reach out
my life would be wanting
in every way

Golden words
I've silently hidden
in my tender heart
yet to be spoken

in their appointed hour
I'll then be ready to utter
after the door of love is open
and I'll be your chosen lover

I must wake up
I've dreamt too long
last year's spring-roses
have all gone- the song

I should have sung
has been left fallow
love's door is shut-
and tomorrow

I'm not sure
whether my voice
would still hold
as with past joys

when life so bold was-
all wonder and splendour
has now fled, never to return
as I move on, a lonely drifter

A kiss
can be prelude
to love
or is just
a one-off-
each case differs
with its story
whether happy
or unhappy
in varying intensity

and those
who haven't
kissed before
or being kissed
know not
its mystery
and what
has been missed

.....but body language
    can be fake

Little house on hill
doors and windows always locked
birds settle on top