Sip my coffee and listen to a score by Count Basie, and dreaming of my Lover, whom I adore...
This Particular Morning
I Need You
You're my one and only, and I need you...
Somber Realization of Responsibility
The somber realization of responsibility, the little ache in my left-side chest...
My Lover is a Sunflower
My Lover is a sunflower, wild and free... She belongs to my garden, and she Loves me...
The Chance to Wink
Never miss the chance to wink at the bird sitting in the weeds...
The Smiling Elf-Child
Through stained glass windows are partridges//Singing in the boughs//Reciting favorite passages//That pleasantly could rouse//The dear elven-child//From his lovely dream//And with a lovely, toothless smile//His candor would brightly beam
Given, Taken
I wish to give my heart to joy
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. II
...and yet... There is something to behold. Something you least anticipated. Something... forgetive
Fine.
So I'll just tell you plainly, the smile is fake. So I'll replace it with a stiff upper lip and braced eyes. I'll be indifferent, if complacent, but faking's not fine.
