“C’mon! C’mon!” she sang.
Spontaneity, not my strong suit,
gently urged me to change my usual tune.
Pursed lips and a kiss ♥ followed by a whistle,
announced the arrival of the Pied Piper ready to pipe,
and a new song was formed the instant I said, “Yes! I will.”
Then night became my day, and my way was clearly directed.
Oh, the lengths one will go to when love is on the line,
perhaps, for the last time, and perhaps, for the first.
Sooner, rather than later, we agreed the time had come.
My heart leapt at the chance, and raced like never before.
The Piper’s calming influence brought faith and trust to light.
As the mighty Sun rose to the peak of glory that morning,
I soared in Love’s pure flight, before coming down to Earth,
landing quietly and perfectly OK in the arms of my true love.
If illusions are like spells, we must peek through the veils.
We become the fiery trails,
when we near the breakthrough
of a reality built for two.
I kiss the back of your hand.
You smile, giggle, and nod.
We followed the Master Plan,
then gave thanks unto God.
♫ ♪ ♫