On that day
somewhere when the sun
sinks a little lower in the sky,
when the angels sing
their last song to me.
I don’t want to look at my time
through regretful eyes.
I want to think of the times
I spent bounding on clouds
with companionship
the only boat that sailed
over the oceans of mine.
I don’t want to replay
always walking the other way,
or the doubts that crept into place.
I don’t want to regret that face
which sings so beautifully to me.
For if I never say how I feel,
how can life be real anyhow?
I just want to know that
happiness was my only vice,
and that I did everything I could
to make this place just a little nice.
When the choir sings me away,
I don’t want to look back and see
a world where I was not brave enough
to say what I really wanted to say.
I want to know
that I have spent my time
in the happiest place I can find,
with the beautiful woman
that occupies my mind.
So, I will lay myself bare,
I’ll open my heart right here,
every word I write is for you,
every smile I’ve worn is true.
Every time I’ve said
how much I love what you do,
It’s true, because you sing
so perfectly to me.
On a level deeper than
I could ever express,
I just know that this life
is supposed to be us.
You flow with the elegance
of a daffodil in a spring breeze
and
I’ve spent so many nights,
unable to see my dreams
because every time I look
I see you in the images I find.
And if I had to give up all I am,
if I was a beggar with nothing
except the shirt I have on,
I’d still hang on every moment of time I can,
just to get a chance to share a life with you.
Because I feel a connection
that speaks only in magic,
the sparks sit deep
and my heart zips when I see you about.
I am in no doubt. So, I lay myself bare,
every scar I wear, I’ll tear them from my skin.
Every heartbreak I’ve ever experienced,
I’ll place gently in histories rubbish bin.
Because none of them mean a thing,
when all I can think of you and me flying,
the wind in our hair, and the feeling
of love growing.
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