It’s been a year, oh my dear
It’s a happy song
That your breath makes
And your heart takes
Beats from dusk till dawn
It’s truth, I swear, I’ve been queer
Since you came along
I’ve climbed the curves
On you I’ve swerve’
From gasp to every yawn.
I might not have done the things you asked
Might not have learnt your stride
But years are to come and earth’s to walk
I’ll learn while I’m on your side.
But then again, I might have done
The things your heart won’t miss
Won’t say, won’t breathe, won’t murmur or tweet
Won’t even even whisper in bliss;
Things like you’ve done
A Moon Under Sun
A cloud beneath sky
A flower and a fly
Things that have made me high.
So, to one more to come and go, then again
With bricks and gravel and stones
We’ll watch things done, smile like bums
And cry to heal our cluttering bones.
And then when you’ll sleep, or laugh, or weep
I’ll keep a hand on your ear
And tell you lame jokes
So that you can poke
Through my heart another spear. (Don’t!)
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