like a bridge over troubled waters
Ahh melancholy night, swept aside by chirpy sunshine
Flick'd away with gay abandon
Thus she breezed into his world, with life and zest
Where there had been neither
Up from the depths of his restless soul,
She showed him how to love again,
She taught him how to live.
Guide, Friend, Lover.
In a flash she was his all
and he, all hers.
He loved the sparkle in her voice
That sweet clear laughter
Those beautiful deep eyes
Vibrant with life, consonant with the world.
She loved his dreamy eyes
Expressive full lips
His frown as he reasoned against the world
while he swept patterns in her hair
They gambolled in the sand
Traced fortunes in that golden sand
They whooped and danced to rock n roll
His soft melodies mixed with joyous exuberant tunes
Then the languid summer
Sweet nothings
Bliss forever, but
Destiny interfered, his dreams beckoned
Standing at the crossroads of life
Two wayfarers, each to walk his separate path
Promises whispered in the ears of time
Time continues its endless march
He had a new life, new friends, new lovers
The letters reduced to a trickle
Bright summer days past,
faded to distant memories
Promises, forgotten
Someday...
Flick'd away with gay abandon
Thus she breezed into his world, with life and zest
Where there had been neither
Up from the depths of his restless soul,
She showed him how to love again,
She taught him how to live.
Guide, Friend, Lover.
In a flash she was his all
and he, all hers.
He loved the sparkle in her voice
That sweet clear laughter
Those beautiful deep eyes
Vibrant with life, consonant with the world.
She loved his dreamy eyes
Expressive full lips
His frown as he reasoned against the world
while he swept patterns in her hair
They gambolled in the sand
Traced fortunes in that golden sand
They whooped and danced to rock n roll
His soft melodies mixed with joyous exuberant tunes
Then the languid summer
Sweet nothings
Bliss forever, but
Destiny interfered, his dreams beckoned
Standing at the crossroads of life
Two wayfarers, each to walk his separate path
Promises whispered in the ears of time
Time continues its endless march
He had a new life, new friends, new lovers
The letters reduced to a trickle
Bright summer days past,
faded to distant memories
Promises, forgotten
Someday...

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