Troubled I am by
The gradual death,
Of a panting dying love

Struck I am dreadfully,
By the scary fears,
Of a fading emotion

The light feather Of her soft replies
Conceals what her bleak heart fight
To explain

Her frequent disappearance
Makes my timid Heart beat
at a 100 mph

Olden days become golden days
& golden days become our hope
Our soft hope!

What can I read her
What can I sing her
On a Saturday night

Stories to tame
Tales of persuasion
To charm
And more

Before love disappears
Into the calm vegetable morass
We must try again, again

Stay!
With us
My wild LOVE