everything I pretended not to write
has reached it's climax in our last tonight
and everything I never thought I'd say
has found it's way to you (although in disarray)

did you know that:
starlight never really seems to fade
when we'd stand slowshadowdancing in the shade
of a friday's night without God's painted skies
drinking rosey wine in wordless candlelighted serenade
of no secret's, no goodbye's

and as I uphold the summer's breeze
warming away my facial winter's freeze
even the waning of the day becomes delight
of ruined citywalls and grey-green elveneyes by night

listen to me and let me tell
what through you to me befell
struck hard inside an already aching head
teared up, drowned down, left for dead
by the impact of a blonde bombshell

I guarantee you looked like an angel
when I hopelessly fell into the strange spell
of a night with only you to dream of
sedated yet kept alive by you my love

for you
as I now so cleary see
are more me than I could ever be...