Hard to say how the years have passed
And you may wonder how I lingered
And where the past has been
These last two months.
Love has the wings of an eagle,
And at times it seems far away…
Remains present in the worst of frustrations,
Disappears on the brightest of days.
Can you tell me, my dear,
Where the sweet, sweet days went and
The long, warm nights and
Where that pleasure has been
These last two months.
You have got the face of an angel,
With the eyes I could not resist…
But I noticed so rarely these evenings,
The fixation that I used to miss.