My Love Cannot Be Told
My love you are not with me,
My love I am so cold
My love I love you deeply
My love cannot be told…
To come to me and hurry
For I’m wrinkling like a prune
My hair is now half silver
With much despair and ruin
Once we are together
To drink from loving cup
Will you hold my walking cane
Or simply hold me up?
The dream to merely marry
Is fading like the sun
Counting on the lottery
Which I have not yet won
The dentist does await me
You don’t have his degree
Maybe when I see him-
He will marry me…
You have no competition
For me you are the best
If you shall not come to me
I surely will protest
It’s becoming so ridiculous
Pull your finger out
Guess it does not matter...
Now with so much doubt.
Thank God I have this pillow
And on my wall a moth
Again once more-emotional;
Upon my lips some froth.
I blame you for my fatness
And my broken wing
This residence is evidence;
Blame for everything.
It’s all your fault the sun came up
Your fault the sun went down
It’s all your fault the moon came up
And left with such a frown.
It’s all your fault- the oxygen
Your fault the rain does fall
It’s all your fault you are a stud
Your fault you’re really tall
You're to blame my hands are old
Your fault I am so wilty
All your fault my back is sore
You're absolutely guilty
My love you are not with me,
My love I am so cold
My love I love you deeply
My love cannot be told…
* To rope, I'll get back to this
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2019
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