A hazy mist envelopes my time,
Smoothing the edges of my rhymes.
All the norms have been redefined.
This time I walk is all mine.
I've learned to walk alone,
To keep with me my home,
So you don't have to roam,
Cry, be sad, or morn.
We are music incarnate,
The love we share pa**ionate.
And when the hour is late,
I don't hold you to my fate.
Each time I'm with you,
It's a gift of velvet blue,
And I give you your due . . .
I take you at face value.