Don'T Dishevel My Love

Stuck under the mango tree where you dumped me I fret, fret, fret, fret and fret Wondering why you disfigured my peace with glee When happiness for you and I so much easier to target and get Than to give me the cold shoulder treatment On me you inflicted As though this indictment Sorrow from your soft centre deflected When far better for you and I to iron out Tiff and beef You feel in your mind floated the doubt and gout Shoving our love to the rim of a cliff From which you and I might not recover Once we plunged into the ether of the unknown Meaning somehow to discover The path to the perfect peace we’ve blown, torn and known Throughout the years we’ve travelled Through thick and thin Although disheveled we marveled and swiveled Through mean and din Until at long last our wedding bells rang To our parents’ delight Bang, clang and slang Diffusing through nights of boundless bliss and light Which you and I ought to save Despite loud clouds that on our horizon gather To divert and hurt our salvation stave and wave As we surge forward with determination to a bright future together.