My love, In the dream You were already speaking I was too shocked to make Any one of my tired speeches Listen, That’s a rare thing for me
Sunlight touches on the Plants that I’ve been torturing Yet when I come over I love that quick delay before Your face alights In recognition
I know there is Love that doesn’t have to do with Taking something From somebody Was so much for me Not real? I only managed to stay small by Making giants out of strangers Through the chaos I can see All afternoon you inhale Every bouquet you meet
Come to think of it, The dream Was a nightmare With no one who knew me Just then You were there 2 foot tall little bear, you Took my hand and Introduced me to everybody I watched as you were named on That mid-February morning
I know there is Love that doesn’t have to do with Taking something From somebody Was so much for me Not real? I only managed to stay small by Making giants out of strangers Through the chaos I can see All afternoon you inhale Every bouquet you meet I have to stop myself and admit I am happy
There is Love that doesn’t have to do with Taking something From somebody Was so much for me Not real? I only managed to stay small by Making giants out of strangers Through the window you look at me