My life with her was a tapestry of laughter, marmalade and sugar sweet tea. If you look into her eyes you can see that time came together And it remains still woven, to this day, in me.
For I fear I am no longer alive But paralysed in desire. The thought of your breath on My pillow like sheets of unwritten music, Lines no longer ironed straight, This is the rope that tempts my fate And throws me in the fire.
When she bent over to plant a kiss on parted lips Her red hair fell and rested on my hips, And as I prayed this moment would never stop She whispered, "darling, I am the cherry on top".