I could take you for a trip,
Before our hearts go in a flip.
Move across that memory lane,
Where your heart wretched with pain.
I could become that lighting star,
Optimising your days from afar!
Or watch the darks nights vanish,
Along the talk tell tales made for us to tarnish.
I could move you along the aisle,
Pronounce vows they said are byssal,
Our deuce I could give my-soul,
Afore whatsoever; it's sacrificial.
We could sit at the bays at noon,
Reminisce or unlearn: the unthinkable drops.
Cross our fingers in the highs and lows,
Rise heads up because it's worth.
I could be the dangling cloud,
Covering your tattered emotions with a mould.
Your heart, that heart I can mold,
Our memories on a lane you can still hold.

© The Chronic Loner