Jackboy
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Toe is in the water |
Location: North UK
Registered: August 2016
Messages: 69
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Ever loving, always true;
tender are my thoughts of you.
There beside me every morning;
like the dew as day is dawning.
Draw the curtains open wide;
pushing shadows of the night, aside.
no more doubts about myself;
no longer left upon the shelf.
Now you're here.
Let the glow of Summer through;
hail the big wide skies of blue.
And as I turn to look at you;
I thank the heavens for my view.
Opening your eyes of familiar hue;
slightly hazel, slightly blue.
Arms outstretched, and with gaping yawn;
you wake to meet another dawn.
Now you're here.
Another day to spend together;
no longer alone, we accept the tether.
That look, that look I love so much;
Oh- I've longed to see so much.
What a day to be alive;
Like Vuaghan Williams' Number Five'.
Starting out so sleepily;
endiing climax, joyfully.
And so we rise and go for breakfast;
smells of eggs and bacon fill the nest.
Golden Shred upon your toast;
just how you like it most.
Our gazes lock across the table;
the love will last, while we're still able.
Whatever fun we have today;
we'll have together; there's no other way.
Now you're here.
We leave the car and walk a while;
hand in hand, we face, and smile.
The dog, bouncing round and round;
the Summer birdsong the only other sound.
Oh I've dreamed and dreamed of this;
stolen Summer days of bliss.
But now you're with me here today;
blowing all my cares and fears away.
Now you're here.
Nobody else invited here today.
no other tickets printed, nil to pay.
just the wolf and two of us;
no-one else allowed upon the bus.
A mystery tour for us two lovers;
no passengers allowed, no others.
A one act play with just two actors;
no audience required, no cat-calls, or detractors.
The lonely Lark high overhead;
providing Cabaret, as we break bread.
Sharing wine and picnics, thus;
without another soul around us.
And so the skies change from blue to red;
we cuddle up, with thoughts of bed.
An evening breeze, provides a chill;
more days ahead? I'm sure we will.
Now you're here.
BY JACK D. HARRISON.
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