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By Chances are Date: 2002 Dec 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.13.05.22.20278]] |
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When my husband and I first started to play I saw you in the foyer after church on Sunday You looked like you knew me and I felt the fact We were leaving, we left, I didn't go back Now at church rarely I'm reminded fittingly Of forgiveness, pure love and chastity Because they're all something to do with how I feel about you: then, there and now We met up again when we were both married Only a year on, still onward we carried We were both young and lately I think Seeing you again, I could've worn pink Because nothing's changed yet nothing's the same And we grow older and our hearts tire and wane I can see you're still loyal which gives me courage Even if it's only just to simply manage And I still find it hard to be long in your eye Without having wicked thoughts glean and fire And I resisted so hard getting to know you You're a shy boy and I'm a shy girl too Yet you made the effort and so in my deafness I challenged you in purity for your wickedness I teased you when I knew you were trying In an psyche you out way, my heart denying And then when that defense faded I turned And tried to make someone else the hotly spurned You're far too good, you're absolutely the best Without even trying you surpassed the rest Because that lump in my heart, breast and throat I could never know well enough to fight rote And it never ever quite fades for long enough Until I see you, and I'm again lost in the rough |