(© Andre Kohn. Please click to the see source)
A marriage of necessity, not essentially of convenience
A situation not easily explained over tea
I close my heavy gritty eye lids and I see you
Laugh lines etched onto that handsomely expressive face
Tanned by the warmth of the happiness you exclude
Man, you are certainly a sun, one people unconsciously flock
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In the silence disturbed by my breathing, I hear your voice
A rich warm honey flavoured that lovely romantic accent
I do my best to remain unaffected,
We say hi, hello and how do you do
Ciao, bye-bye, I’ll be seeing you!
Politeness on autopilot
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