Mine was a hate full of furious anger
But still, my love broke through
A look of brimstone on a velveteen throne
When she lived with that heart of mine too

But my woes were unending
And my suffering, ceaseless

For days I would wait
When my own acts were treas’nous
But good I was not
And deserved I no easement

No
No
I
Knew

“But wait!” I exclaimed
For the tenth week of weeks
I had one thing to say
‘Fore I lost all my cheek

“I’ve not learned how to dance
So, if I may,
Please give me this dance
I’ll let you lead the way”

And we danced.
And we learned.

Time ages love like a wine in a cellar
But it locks it in chains so true.
She looked at me through the eyes of a stranger
So I looked right through her, too.