when we used to be each other’s muse
and helped each other to paint a heart
with strokes of affection and acts of art
and our choice of life was easy to choose
I remember the nights and your morning smile
and now, everything we were is erstwhile
love is a voyage; you and I only walked a mile
the cologne would never stay, it was just fart
our emotions connected to different views
we walked down the road, never to make it to the aisle
Je vais le dire une fois car je sais que tu es très smart
dear fountain, for times when your regiment looks to lose
may I continue to watch over you from behind while you tie your shoes?
we are an eros brigade; that’s a spur not to be apart.