Laced With the Love
Of the evening
Being and seeing have extra meaning,
When seeing is being with you,
These are the thoughts I’m gleaning,
I tell you, they’re nothing but true.
Today’s the day, and I must say,
The plans are in the dark,
Like in Spain, I must say Olay,
The arrow may find its mark.
Being and seeing is also freeing,
My instincts, whatever they are,
And that we’re both agreeing,
Thoughts that we need to share?
So, let it be, and we will see,
Life is the leisure of time,
Being and seeing will let us be,
Part of the rhythm and rhyme.
Eclipsed by charms without alarms,
Sacrosanct is so subtle and sweet,
And as we melt in each other’s arms,
There’s a feeling we are complete.
We know it won’t last forever,
Enjoy each moment of now,
And we know it is our endeavour.
To betroth yet not take a vow.
Singing a song in the shower,
Listening to waves on the shore,
And that we are granted the power,
To perform one more encore.
Laced with the love of the evening,
Outside as the rain tumbles down,
We lie together, both dreaming,
Is this the final countdown?
©
David Rudder
2015
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