Keeping up appearances,
Shutting the dark vibe down.
Keeping up appearances,
Putting on a crown.
Keeping up appearances,
Make a smile out of a frown.

Keeping up appearances,
But quietly you drown.

Pink skies looked upon by tired eyes.

Black lines splitting up a conflicted mind.

Watching over the charade below
Rich in empathy and sorrow.
Just to be struck by the realisation
That she is me
And I am lost.

My Husband

You reject me
& neglect me

You query me
& you weary me

You control me
& annul me

You coax me
& you hoax me

You disturb me
& perturb me

You vex me
& perplex me

You taunt me
& you haunt me

You ignore me
& you bore me

You blame me
& you shame me

You leave me
& deceive me

You cage me
& enrage me

You invade me
& degrade me

You bait me
& you hate me


My lover

You see me
& you free me

You kiss me
& you miss me

You warm me
& you charm me

You respect me
& protect me

You perceive me
& believe me

You hear me
& endear me

You mend me
& defend me

You delight me
& excite me

You face me
& embrace me

You esteem me
& redeem me

You ease me
& you please me

You know me
& you show me

You romance me
& enhance me

I have eaten
the last
doggy treat
it was
the best one
cause it
was made out
of meat

I know
you were probably
saving it
for snack time

Forgive me
I just couldn't bear
you're the one
who left it
on the chair
you're the one
who shouldn't have
left it there

Isolde, listen to me.
You must go home to your husband.
Go quickly.
Tristan's love is poison.
It will **** you both.
Save yourself.
Save him.
Turn around, go home.
Everything depends on this courageous act.
Tristan is not the golden love you long for.
Send him away - back to the mist from where he came.
Yes, look toward the mist, now and then,
     to remember how close you came to
     the dragon's breath.

Come to me my bonny boy,
And wear your coat of leather.
I'll be near the apple tree
Where last we were together.
Where last I kissed your bonny lips
In secret rendezvous.
Where last you laid me on the grass
In springtime's morning dew.
The apple tree has born it's fruit,
Yet we have not born ours.
So meet me on this chilly night
Beneath the sheath of stars.
Where I shall feed you pomegranate
And you shall break my trance.
Where Harvest Moon will illuminate
Our joyful lover's dance.

Follow the path that leads to YES.
Follow the signs - YES
          the arrows - YES
The path is well-marked.