It was late, Some may say Far too late, When I said What I said And you about Dropped dead.
An off-hand remark About the sound of a lark Being less sweet than Long-unheard sound of A word passing thru Your lips, and your voice.
It's good to see you, And I've missed you, too, But that smile you wear, And the brush or your hair, Are inappropriate for such A late, darkened hour.
The smile was sunshine And the eyes above, Looked into mine, And I knew what I'd said Without nary a thought Had in your sentimental heart Clogged up and caught, And started a feeling That had your mind reeling But your heart, and your eyes And your mind, bloomed Like dawn's sweet sunshine.
Report threads that break rules, are offensive, or contain fighting. Staff may not be aware of the forum abuse, and cannot do anything about it unless you tell us about it. click to report forum abuse »
If one of the comments is offensive, please report the comment instead (there is a link in each comment to report it).
Some may say
Far too late,
When I said
What I said
And you about
Dropped dead.
An off-hand remark
About the sound of a lark
Being less sweet than
Long-unheard sound of
A word passing thru
Your lips, and your voice.
It's good to see you,
And I've missed you, too,
But that smile you wear,
And the brush or your hair,
Are inappropriate for such
A late, darkened hour.
The smile was sunshine
And the eyes above,
Looked into mine,
And I knew what I'd said
Without nary a thought
Had in your sentimental heart
Clogged up and caught,
And started a feeling
That had your mind reeling
But your heart, and your eyes
And your mind, bloomed
Like dawn's sweet sunshine.
In the Midnight, Morning and
A Sunshine Smile.