Clovers in the cold autumn air - Alive for now and unaware Of winter on its way. No four-leaved luck Can keep the muck Of rainy days at bay. . I envy them, their mindless bloom, The way they know not of their doom, Of snow beneath which they'll rest. For I know my approaching frost, The summer bliss came with a cost, And soon the crows will lose their nest. . Your love is far less than I thought, The press of your lips means naught, And I remain in this alone. This cursed knowledge in my chest, Claws at my soul without rest; Poisoned veins, flesh, and bone. . The evening wind gives me chills, Yet I'm impassive as these hills - The physical can't hurt me now. For my heartache is much stronger, Its freezing cold lasts far longer Than any weather knows how. . I care to deeply - that's my cross - Then pay dearly for each loss; My foolish heart cannot quit. I can only hope to leave a mark In your memory a tiny spark Of the fire we once lit. .
Even when the gray Overtakes the day, Even when the cold gives me chills, The thought of your embrace Puts a smile on my face, Fond and soft - fog over hills. . You are my warmth in the night, My antidote to frostbite When life weighs me down. With you I feel safe, finally at peace; I pray for the feeling never to cease: Royal bliss, no need for a crown. . And days will keep flowing, Like waves that we're rowing, But we'll pull through the storm. Whatever life throws our way, We have our quiet bay, Just you and I, snuggled up, warm. .
You go left and I’ll go right That isn’t right Let’s go left and then right Ok
Part II : Conflict.
You’re standing on my toes.
Part III : Rising Action.
Take a step back. Start again.
one, two, three four-
Why has the music stopped?
I changed the song but I wasn’t ready ?
Part IV : Falling Action.
We just need a bit of practice It’s never going to work but i’m willing to learn
My feet are tired.
Part V : Denouement.
The two step tango of love dances within her sly steps of coordination. The synchronisation of sensual steps bringing closeness and intimacy until the music stops, by the hand of one or the wavering string of Fate. It takes two or one to miss a step. To break the flow and go taking their routine, heart and radio onto the next awaiting dance floor.
Your eyes didn't remind me of the sun nor the sea, it's that warm incandescent- like the golden sheen on honey, or the soft light under which I read the greatest literature, It held the vivid tones in Monet's Water Lily Pond
In your eyes, I saw the lago di Garda with the brightest hue, I found there my repose, my escape my rendezvous with peace
Your eyes pictured the landscape of all the good that I've seen Like that villa in Balbiano- there, I could see our holy matrimony
In your eyes, our future is written like the cheesy preamble of our favourite rom-com There, I see us at home.
If my sky should fall as one day I know it will let mosses stitch my winding sheet wrap me in a willow shroud shot through with camomile bury me in starlight, six hands deep beneath the trees for I always was romantic then let me rest and take my ease