there is a man who has my heart
with eyes the most darling shade of blue
he turned my heart from black and white
and filled it with every hue

days we sat upon the porch
drinking our wine and tea
and all i could think to myself was
how lucky i was with he

the days and weeks passed
spring and summer went
but fall passed with gloom and anger
by winter you were spent

i held your hand as you wept to me
the feelings of your despair
and your gaze had slipped from my eyes
your fingers from my hair

it has been a long time but i am still here
sipping my wine and tea
and all i can think to myself was
how lucky i was with he