I reach for your hand
even as you slowly inch away.
Please, my love, take a look at me.
My eyes have a little message;
your name's scribbled all over the envelope,
the handwriting screaming incessantly of this urgency.
Everything's a blur, a spinning kaleidoscope;
I can't even begin to count the number of colours
that bless my inexperienced eyes,
much less say my sad goodbyes.
Forgive me when I withdrew myself before;
sometimes it's hard to believe that
God's gift stands before my eyes,
and begs me to respond in kind.
I'm coming, I promise, I'm rushing away.
You urge me on into our hidden heaven.
Yes, sweetheart, it's only half past seven.
The steaming sensation of being crushed against a brick wall,
wrapped around you like vines needing support;
I will carry with me for eternity.
Watch me as I bring a new meaning to the word 'high',
and I'll let you lead the way home...