Coming Home

You’re coming home today, my heart rejoice To hear that baron tone and luscious voice You’ll coming walking through that door I’ll come flying, your bags drop to the floor You’ll wrap your arms around my waist Your lips will stick to mine like sticky paste They’ll reminisce on the times we lost And repay through hours, an unlimited cost As I laid upon my moonlight bed And skimmed through books I already read Spread my arms across the white cotton sheets A space as far as when the two Pacific’s meets On the end side table, delphiniums placed in a glass Ready for your sunshine, an awaiting storm to pass Rainy clouds creeps, an unwelcome invitation Boy, let me into that imagination Barely can my lips speak your name And for you are the only one to blame When you’re gone, an everlasting dusk The thought of you, provides a permanent lust And this spell of love’s despair Ripped apart it would compare But the end is near of this tragic play For you my love, are coming home today