Aside

May I fall in love with you?
I promise if I do
I never will be true
Except only to you!

We will live a happy life
Though you may never be my wife
As long as we get drunk on kisses, dear
And never mind the beer!

And whenever I should die
Don’t you look down and cry
Because from up there in the sky
I’ll be waving to say, “Hi!”

Blown Away

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One response »

  1. actually, the storm-metaphor was lost on me – living in a place that is accustomed to windy weather, although it’s storms seldom wax into lethal hurricanes. I like the light-footed tone, it’s gallantry that puts us a on the wrong foot; because it is earnest and passionate as well.

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