we walk through the garden
the one beside the house with the yellow door
watching the geese lay in their pond
then we look up at the night sky
gazing the wonders that are the stars
and you start singing
la vie en rose

the water ripples
you start skipping stones
the long grass brushed against our ankles
as if it were a cat, rubbing its head on us

the grass left a mark on my shoes
but it’s all right
because you left a mark on my heart.

this world spins way too fast
my head turns a little too slow

If life gives you lemons
just be thankful it’s not a lime,
and when squeezing it
avoid getting the juice in your eye this time.

on a chilly spring evening,
the ethereal voices sang.
above st. paul's,
the moon overhangs.

the tube passes by,
"mind the gap," he said.
eight-am rush,
the iconic blue and red.

it's quiet and serene,
the moss-covered graves.
yet by the chapel,
the union jack waves.

london brings me joy,
like no other city.
the next time i visit,
i wish it isn’t nippy!