My sweet, when we say love is blind It's simply Nature being kind For, were our flaws known in advance You wouldn't get a second glance
My love is like a red red rose… One Scottish bard chose to expose. My ex was like a Yucca plant And on the yeuch I’m adamant.
I brush your hair and talk of thingsYou still rememberThe torch that lit the songs we’d singNow just an emberI pour the teaYou study meAnd wonder whyI still come by.I dig out photos of the boysMore reminiscingNow in a house devoid of noiseEach night you listenA vigil keptWhile fear has creptInto a mindThat’s been confined.Sinatra's … Continue reading Time Lapse
My love swears I snore like a bear This is a husband’s fate A wife's is to give thankful prayer That men don’t hibernate