As long as we're free

I went to the seer to see,

How much longer it could possibly be.

She looked at me sadly and said,

“Wait any longer and love might be dead.”

I’ve spit out expectations into a jar,

Placed them under the backseat;

In both of our cars.

Paired off like love trees,

On cul-de-sac streets;

Patiently waiting

For our lips to meet.

Sandy Shore promises,

Tempted back to the sea.

If you give me your all

I’ll take it gladly.

The moon be our witness,

The prophet our guide;

With God and with swiftness

You’ll be by my side.

Penny store fetters

Declare that we’re free.

To start life together

However we please.


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