Thursday, July 13

To my love, with thanks.

My mind overcomes its clutter

My heart begins to flutter
When I think of her I shudder
The thought is better than butter
For in my dreams I mutter
And dream of a life together
I've seen the view from a tower
And I've languished in the gutter
I've landed myself in Sutter
Where they wrote me off as a cutter
And sent me home no better
Just one more freak or nutter
But I love you truly and stronger
And with any luck far longer
Than all those pretenders put together
Because I never want to leave you ever
Or make you feel somber
You make my ambitions stronger
I love you like the best of dreams.

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