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Drasche
Guest
Another day, another verse
The song continues to play
I went to my writer's desk
You got up to work another day
I laugh to myself as I see you to the door
"I love you, too" was all I could think to say
There is no doubt that I am so proud of you
A servant of the public, giving them a way to unwind
My mother said, "Don't you marry that crazy blonde"
But I knew you were and extravagent find
You came home to venison and mustard greens
The coda: a dark shiraz, a sunset over the beach
We sat on the back porch, watching the tide ebb
-and the fire in the sky slipping just beyond reach
Such an evening brings out the romantic in me
"Tell me what's on your mind," you beseech
Pianissimo, the night had come
Another glass, and I open up my heart
I speak of places I want to take you
-and things to do, but I don't know where to start
"There's plenty of time for that, my love"
Your words as silk, they envelope me
I feel your arms about my neck
And hear the crashing of the sea
I feel your warm lips against mine
And hear your heart furiously beat
Alone in our chamber the drumming intensifies
Arpeggio, yet keeping time with the beat
Crescendo, the chorus strikes
Then the music fades to a memory
I lie here in our chamber, considering your face
You smile at me with that knowing glance
-and had put your arms around me
Beginning the last verse of tonight's dance
Tomorrow morning will be the same refrain
I'll set the coffee, and you set out for the day
Surprisingly, thankfully, it isn't monotonous
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
~Drasche Borgannah
The song continues to play
I went to my writer's desk
You got up to work another day
I laugh to myself as I see you to the door
"I love you, too" was all I could think to say
There is no doubt that I am so proud of you
A servant of the public, giving them a way to unwind
My mother said, "Don't you marry that crazy blonde"
But I knew you were and extravagent find
You came home to venison and mustard greens
The coda: a dark shiraz, a sunset over the beach
We sat on the back porch, watching the tide ebb
-and the fire in the sky slipping just beyond reach
Such an evening brings out the romantic in me
"Tell me what's on your mind," you beseech
Pianissimo, the night had come
Another glass, and I open up my heart
I speak of places I want to take you
-and things to do, but I don't know where to start
"There's plenty of time for that, my love"
Your words as silk, they envelope me
I feel your arms about my neck
And hear the crashing of the sea
I feel your warm lips against mine
And hear your heart furiously beat
Alone in our chamber the drumming intensifies
Arpeggio, yet keeping time with the beat
Crescendo, the chorus strikes
Then the music fades to a memory
I lie here in our chamber, considering your face
You smile at me with that knowing glance
-and had put your arms around me
Beginning the last verse of tonight's dance
Tomorrow morning will be the same refrain
I'll set the coffee, and you set out for the day
Surprisingly, thankfully, it isn't monotonous
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
~Drasche Borgannah