Slow Tune

When you told me I looked lovely
And we walked into the park
Something started on that day
Something happened to my heart, something strange;
It was a quiet rain that fell upon your face
And I knew then that I had won the losing race
The losing race!
Nothing was strange
Nothing was simple or permanent nothing had changed!
Up in the firmament
Love was determined to come down and make its name
The prodigal choice, love is the voice
That fans the flame, that burns away and shoot to fame
And in its place
It shaped a face
Blinds your mind in some temporal stasis
All the while trying to figure out
Trying to figure whose the face is
You just want it to be mine
There’s a rose on the table
It’s been there for a while
It’s the last thing you gave me
Simple as that!
Divine is the word
Young is the mind
Sin of the logo!
You never know when you just
Don’t know
The power’s so potent
You’re in love
With the word love and how it fits in to
The moment
It’s the last thing you gave me
You could be right
This could be love at the fist sight
But just because it exists, it’s not your birthright
If the problem persists it could be a cursed night!
Let the smiles of the present dictate the presence of heavenly pleasantries
And the let laughter live long along the cosy breeze…
Hey, I’d love to live in a moment
A wandering Ronin
Running around in a freeze frame of a moment stolen
A swollen memory
I’d love to tuck up and sleep in it
I wanna believe in it
That happiness is eternal man
It won’t just recede and quit
It must supersede the shit!
Can’t crumble and bleed to bits
There’s something of beauty in every one man’s smile
I’m willing to plead my wits
Not wanting scene to change!
I’ve planted my seeds of pain
Them and the greenery
Intravenously cleaning up in my veins
Not wanting the feeling to go
But as the wind blows
So much this world keep on turning