Lovely

Lovely. Lovely. paint the skies.

Lovely. Lovely. please dry your eyes.

It cannot be hard to live like you do

Waiting. Waiting.

For you.

Lovely. Lovely.

My heart I’ve kept clean.

Lovely. Lovely.

You visit my dream.

Maybe you’re writing a love song to me.

Maybe you study romantic poetry.

Well I know we’ll be best friends you and me.

You might prefer the city as I know you do.

But not to shop. For writing to do.

You and I will stroll arm in arm

admiring the shop’s and the city’s charm.

Then return at the fold of the day

You and I.

And study Milton and Yeats.

You'll comfort me when I cry.

We could talk in different languages

And talk about whatever we want

You and I could be ourselves

and be one within the same.

You and I will be joined in one name.