We had morning coffee,
we had a morning walk,
pictures on phones,
and a daylong talk.
We gazed at rolling hills
and took long deep breathes.
We watched children fly kites
and looked forward to endless nights.
On this wonderful and magical day,
we acted out parts, just like a play.
It was the, oh so, perfect day.
We walked distant trails and took in some wine.
I danced, you sang, we followed the signs.
You were funny, bold, tender, and kind.
So what was wrong with this perfect day?
Alone again, you were only on my mind.
The 5th day again brings music and mischievous friends.
We are on, like two brilliant gems.
These two take our sister's hand and teach her tonight.
It's OK to laugh, not just cry and fight.
Indeed birds sing gently past this long day at best.
This goddess is nervous and wonders if she'll pass the test.
The ladies of the night finally arrive.
There will be songs, adventures, and a sense of being truly alive.
Surrounded by my sisters.
We laugh, sing, create, and tempt the mister.
To another we've bruised, sparred, and still hold hands.
The lone star state can't break these bands.
Our musical sisters talk of lust and try to corrupt with tattoos.
They tell of kinky things anew.
A walk through a forest, yes I agree.
I always enjoy our endless repartee.
For once time passes slow,
from within in french she beckons, 'sejour.'
The next moment our trio is incomplete
is something disturbing going to erupt?
Oh God the two are together, what do they say?
Can eyes discern each others ways?
Heart racing, where are you? Goddess at my side we search.
For a second two beautiful birds on a common birch.
What seemed like forever to two playful nymphs he's returned.
This goddess wonders what he has learned.
Amid the screaming banshees,
troubadours in black, trays of shots, and sips of fuel,
we're not quite following the golden rule.
Picture perfect game of temptation,
we follow through and enjoy this touch sensation.
Tales of Tidal Atlas almost shared,
again interrupted before these words are declared.
In the end,
I won't pretend.
In fact, I've decided to protect you from blight.
Mother of all will surround your organic light.
Understand that this tale is innocent.
No words could explain or quite describe.
The friendship between the two.
I'll start with the beginning, which does not have an end.
Let's see, we met five years ago in a church.
Wine shared and I listened to stories of your Poland.
Every Sunday I will say a prayer for you.
Maybe one day we will meet again.
Every missionary must come and go.
Everlasting friendships don't end.
This one loved your guitar, songs, and accordion.
And we had a common wish.
Green was the color we shared.
And we promised to always remain green in life.
I posed questions which made you smile and blush.
Not all felt the same.
Not all saw what I saw.
'Oh Darling' you called me when you laughed.
Give me a last hug, it's time to go.
Only we won't say goodbye.
Only farewell and I'll miss you.
Don't look back only forward.
Be well my friend, one day we'll meet again.
Your cologne will linger on my violin.
Everlasting memories will linger.
Smile brightly when you think of me.
Feeling nervous about this mix.
Want to be great and fantastic.
They say, don't worry, it's all good...
Not a bore in the hood.
Times are tight,
times are tough.
If I had it all, we have a grand event.
Money after all, is meant to be spent!
The finest things for you my friend.
No paybacks and nothing to lend.
But it's not the case, so we'll be creative.
We've done this forever, we'll live.
Let's do this, it's only a headache or two...
A grand soiree in French blue.
Songs fill the air and stars will delight.
Warm afternoons and memorable nights!
So whats happens next kind sir?
Let's search together and find the answers.
No more worries or stress I feel.
After all, when all else fails,
you forget, I've got nerves of steel.
