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Let me know you
Say you're sorry you ever kissed me
Or let me openly caress you
Brush lips on hair in our rehearsals
Ne'er return my long epistles
Nor gifts of love - yet unrequited.
You sat with me of your own volition
Came back to me after intermission
Accepted Mary's invitation
Had second thoughts for my celebration.
Hugged my teddy
That would be me
Wrote loving words
That you're not free
Convincing in your loyalty
Had me be the shining bright star
In our romantic evening's dark sky.
Came and turned at the barbeque
Stood for me - a little show
Dressed for me, nymph would be.
Sat in seat I found for thee
Saw me naked in my need
"Loaves and fishes" I cooked the feed
Sang for me in front of he
Blushed - beautiful - of me
"Big spender" not to be
Sheryl, George and you thanked me
And then we danced, oh so free!
Clutched my letter, came to me
Dressing up to look like thee
Got plastered in my misery
Fighting with my jealousy
Found a way to say "I love you"
Face to face with my brewery.
My messing less than honourable
My vow to you in tatters now
My need for you, oh how it grew,
Now driven by my thoughts of you.
With Christmas gone - another show?
Your inspiration shining through
I got that part, just for you
Elevated to Les Mis's - " Foreman"
From that old Sweet Charity doorman
That day you said "I'm going away"
I started treks to your children's library
My reading list my communication
An expression of my deepest feelings
Was then I chose you as my muse
My defence in a self serving ruse.
Tell me you deluded me
Played cat and mouse
Took the Mickey out of me!
An inner source of endless mirth
To see this gullibility on Earth.
My passion got the better of me
Fifteen shows it took, you see,
To get that "Foreman" nailed for thee.
Then Bill, one night, he had a say
"Tonight was perfect in every way,
Every quaver, beat and gesture
In every part you had to play"
That was the night my "ex" came too
And so did "he", but not with you.
Twenty four shows is quite a run
And by then most cast were having fun.
But for me, well, you had not come
And other pressures with my farm
Conspired to have me have my say.
On closing night I brought the house down
"Les Miserables" not a patch on this clown.
Lurid, crude and quite offensive
Belly laughter served up defences.
Danced with this one and the other
And could have scored the latter banger
But my thoughts of you got clearer
Somewhere out there in the night sky
My protective beacon over looked you
In my heart and soul forever
My choice, you and a new endeavour.
No threat to you could I succumb to
Would in reality you'd let me know you.
And You Do
You don't mind when I call you at home
Your response conditioned by who's in the room
Why do I write on Sunday night?
It's because you choose to be my light
And off to bed I eventually go
And dream with you as you will know.
Your inspiration is my healing
You're my chosen one, my darling.
Singing
Lazy days
Love being
Pure white, shimmering, clinging
Thighs, knees and calves
Fleeting, revealing
Flared at waist
Nipped bust
An alter and a penguin
Rings exchanging
Kissing mayhem
Laughing
Singing
you Are my
own true
beautiful
darling
