Let's not watch the news
Lay your head on my chest, your
Favorite Spiritual playing on
The fake Gramophone.
This, too, shall pass, my love,
And We will bask in the sun light,
Soon
Live until we are old grumps
Have hot chocolate
While watching the sunset from
The back of your car, and
I will whisper in your ear, that
I love you, dearly. See, I
Have always Differed that confession until
The moment was right :
The moment will never
Be right, one has to hold it
By the throat and make it
Surrender, my love, and
While some things are better
Left unsaid, others are
Always best when they are
Told in the
Spur of the moment, this
Moment is ours, and the
Night is young, this moment
Is ours, let no wild petals
Rest
On your tongue.
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