I have loved you
From the moment our eyes
Met across the crowded street
On that scorching summer day

And though summer
Soon came to a bitter end
I have loved you through
Every season ever since

And I guess I always will

I miss the orange dawn roses that bloom
and carry the scent of your sweet perfume
like a child that sends his love with a smile
I’m beguiled when I recall their wild pile

ochre arrays spray about Corner’s Bay
but just in headplay as they’ve died away
because you took all the beauties that bloom
but left the gloom I see bringing my doom

yet, I have a wish when I reminisce
for the bliss we shared that I can’t dismiss
my smile never wider than in the hours
we spent with the red roses and flowers

the silk petals soft to touch as your skin
and thy sweet kiss akin the finest gin

Step one, leaving, far gone
Step two, alone, all you
Step three, carefree

The carp is hundreds of years old,
so is my story.
We speak the same dialect of time.

I know about the solitude of the night,
what does she knows about the river’s current