What maudlins hearken that love abounds with such visceral sounds
from smiling and walking and so sweetly talking and hoping and praying for your reciprocating
of these limerent emotions I know we've both felt and for a stop to the runaround
game that you've dealt, and a return to the days when I could never humiliate
myself with my words and you sought out my companionship and our talking in turns;
Dried up in the sun like dew in the grass your feelings for me simply never last
yet your smile is my life and I'll be living quite long while I concern
for you again seeking my time but now with the rain and the wind driving past,
with your lengthening strides and my increasing gaffs although you know how
I feel about you and you know that I know that you've felt that way too;
With and end to Mardi-Gras of late February and the third quarter, now
there isn't really much I can do save take a bow and save all the feelings that were passingly true;
And now as we've come to the end of the year, something has changed to leave the best
and to finally let go and forget my dear Juliet.