It is a heady draught
For you to drink here,
Forget what you thought
To be true and plain,
For after the first glass,
Nothing shall ever
Be the same.
Not in the smiles
That we share
Nor the tears
Wept by our
Teddy-bears.
Not in the whiles
That we talk,
Nor the promises
Made in our sweet gentle walks.
For you to drink here,
Forget what you thought
To be true and plain,
For after the first glass,
Nothing shall ever
Be the same.
Not in the smiles
That we share
Nor the tears
Wept by our
Teddy-bears.
Not in the whiles
That we talk,
Nor the promises
Made in our sweet gentle walks.
......................................................
A sighing verse, plucked from the chapter entitled 'How Beautiful Love is', circa October 2009.
Picture is courtesy of Panoramio.
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