Love Summersaults On Bliss Sands

Let us find time and space, my love, where you and I Fly high, try never again to cry No matter what flak circumstances try To lumber on us When feelings blow hot on the bus Where for your sake and mine we vow never again to fuss Over trifles Emanating from tongue-waggers’ rifles Caught up in needless scuffles Which needn’t you and I worry Harass, embarrass or harry Regardless of whether the sorrow celery Lost on unknown streets Where spooks to discourage you and I send meaningless tweets Sugar-coated with savoury sweets Your mouth and mine consider in bad taste Whether in slow motion or in a haste Determining to beat down our chest As we determine to make a sudden leap Forward to awaken from the sleep Where from world troubles away we keep Enmeshing our loving hands As we surge forth to promised lands Where our love summersaults on bliss sands.