I greet you, love, with open heart,
Hoping you'll stay, yet see you rush.
Why do you seem so full of haste,
And why does your face carry such a flush?
Hoping you'll stay, yet see you rush.
Why do you seem so full of haste,
And why does your face carry such a flush?
Perhaps you run to meet someone,
I won’t delay you from your way.
I have so much I’d like to say,
But now’s not right, perhaps one day.
I’ll let you go and carry on,
I’d hate to cause you any harm.
Perhaps your lover waits ahead,
As I once did, with open arms.
Goodbye, my love, until we meet,
Perhaps beneath a different sky.
We’ll share our thoughts over coffee warm,
Of what has passed, and what’s to fly.
18.02.1995
09:55
