As for a lover, I’ve chosen other
And broke love’s own decree
But when I pause, there’s still a clause
Rights go to Q.R.V.
love
Sequel
Oh, if it were just the same,
You would live up to your name.
And I could spell you all the better,
Cursively, down to the letter.
These stories which you long to write,
Write me instead: read me my rites.
Oh, if it were just as equal,
I’d have never been your sequel.
Paths that Cross
Can’t say that I don’t miss you,
You don’t saunter through my mind
I never saw the movie,
But I heard we had a time
We lived out so many dreams
Imagine how you’d feel
If life is really how it seems,
I’d say those dreams were real
More than all the others,
Can you say you were my friend?
In a place where friends are lovers,
Paths that cross, cross again
And weren’t you just my country boy?
Wasn’t I your secret joy?
Too old to pretend not to know,
But still too young to let you go
More than all the others,
I’d say you were my friend
In a place where friends are lovers,
Paths that cross, cross again
Paths that cross, cross again
Face
Of noble leaves and mystic orbs
And lines that I might trace,
You needn’t say another word,
I’ve read it on your face
Let You Go
I can turn with the new tide,
From heartful friend to foe.
I can sacrifice my pride,
I cannot let you go.
Love
You can number Saturn’s rings,
And plot the stars above
You can map out many things,
You cannot map out Love
Mortal Muse
You, You
Always you
My storied prince
My mortal muse
Just Met
How much that I need solitude
Enough I may regret
How I could spend infinitude
Having always just met
Remembrance Day
The loneliness of winter
That lingered through the spring
The delirious delight
That summertime will bring
The amenity of autumn
The harmonious quartet
Of rain and wind and you and I
The evening that we met
Paris Blue
I’ll write a song called Paris Blue
And dedicate the words to you
I’ll fold our little happy psalm
Until it fits inside your palm
Like a kiss, a moment fleeting,
Locked inside for your safekeeping
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