Love – by Rumi and Otway.
Lazy Sunday Afternoon;
Waiting for You!
Another girl, Another City, Another delay.
“I fought with my sister – sorry darling.”
Patient man, paying penance perhaps prolonging painful parting.
Yet she comes, walking in glowing delight;
Waking my breaking heart to new –
Old feelings of love and respect and affection and two.
“I turned down three for you! 0329 came the last demand!”
I will come she said; I was asleep.
My broken heart no longer needs the pain, the shallow victories,
The crazies – it was fun while it lasted.
Now I look for a Gallery in the Sun,
Fields of waving corn with dreams of you in Bluey Green.
“Turquoise” she said “But I need to lose ten kilos.”
Come on home to me – I will wait for a while.
“Deep and meaningless!”
Be my love.