She had stood by me,
As I painted each dream,
Of where we would be,
Floating down that stream.
As I painted each dream,
Of where we would be,
Floating down that stream.
A squeeze of the arm,
A cheery nod of the head,
We’d no cause for alarm,
Loving where we’d be led.
A cheery nod of the head,
We’d no cause for alarm,
Loving where we’d be led.
Moments appeared,
Sometimes as bas relief,
Then, as wood seared
Icons beggaring belief.
Sometimes as bas relief,
Then, as wood seared
Icons beggaring belief.
In joy, I did whistle,
A serenade all my own,
The melodic epistle,
She soon found a drone.
A serenade all my own,
The melodic epistle,
She soon found a drone.
Her brows in a knot,
She looked at me askance:
‘You must've loved a lot,
To be an ace at romance?’
She looked at me askance:
‘You must've loved a lot,
To be an ace at romance?’
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