(I think when you smiled the sun blushed the moon)
I will say goodbye when it is too soon
to grow quiet at your voice of real love.
And I have quit the past. I have enough
of your eyes to sustain me when I break
onto the afternoon and walk away.
(You are of beautiful. Strawberry lips
obtuse and unweary when lips they miss
and go and go kissing togetherness)
I could forgive the indecisions sense
I turned and watched the summer cars go past
when I said "I cannot forget my last
unintended fall into that dark place
where the lies of lust and time all replace
moments with you in lasting memories."
Your hair bending with the less of the breeze,
(I love you so much sometimes I can't breathe)
"I cannot love you, I must turn and leave."
I will not unlearn the rest I shall live
your words when I turned away "I forgive.."