That can’t be
And You still like me
Short second elongated hour
Gone too soon heat drenched flower

Me ?
Not much of a gardener
Thee ?
A reason to love hardener

As I live and I breathe
I embrace You more with ease
So
It can’t be
And You like me

The voice, a touch, even just a fleeting thought
Is working me over way more than I should have bought
I inject joy into the air
Inviting to two entangled lives
Over here over there over here over there

As a Beethoven piece – simple and complex
We have no harbinger of what comes next
It just can’t be
And You still like me