Truly, madly, insanity
Will you call for me on Tuesday?
Will we have furry peaches for tea?
Will I express to you discomfort –
As I place my cheeks upon your seat?
Will you search my eyes for dreams and vistas –
Far beyond your reach?
Will I give them to you gladly?
Despite the coldness of your feet?
Will we carry on regardless?
Will we roam amongst the stars?
Will we touch each other brightly –
With our earnest little hearts?