I’d rather tell you about what I have

not what I don’t

on every first date

the butterflies - how they race

but if time would wait for me

if crimes would let me be

and when a family of three

climbs high above the trees

what then my Love

what then

what then

what then

always in groups of three

standing and sitting

are the same to me

let me not be on show

let tomorrow be as it is

I know of nightmares

stuffed somewhere in ancient memory

but Love - sweet Love

she started with artists

not long after we met

couples come in twos and threes

what what

why wait for eternity…