On a Sagging Couch

And You I Are Have The The Half Other Of Half This Heart Sitting on a sagging couch Remembering, the olden touch Robin warbles, on tree of pears Own memories, of yesteryears How many storms passed? Yet, to anger, we never rushed Summer has faded, now is fall Always together, we will recall Counting the golden leaves On the garden, a spider weaves Till the nagging rains come Seaming our breath, with a hum Of warm embraces and kisses Edifying once more, the pieces Of love, till the next cockcrow O! Forever, you and me, the vow The dreams, from yesterday Live, for tomorrow…and today Remembering, the olden touch In love, sitting on a sagging couch