Standing in front of school, in a car I saw,
The pretty smile that twitched heart and told,
How wonderful it is to feel the one part of love,
Other part, Ah’, a definition of great expectation.
In days followed, exchanged, smiles and eye contact,
What dreams she weaved I thought during day and night,
As schools closed and summer scorched skin and hair,
Thought about her cooled me from inside and whole.
Summer passed, cool rainy days came and waited I,
No car, no girl, Ah’, she is gone without a trace,
School days Oh’, days of twitches we define as love,
Buried my thoughts about her dreams in a corner of my heart.
Many summers passed and colorful expectations they gave,
Most smiled, many tried hard to make me weep,
Some indeed only gave relief to a lusty human in me,
One by one I buried them in many parts of my heart.
Then love indeed defined in me as a whole spring song,
And the aches and burns of love brought me to knees,
All the tears for many years in my eyes with strength I held,
Oh’, they fueled another great expectation of mine.
From far and up close her purity in mighty love I felt,
Every part of life woke, lived, and slept with her thoughts,
Alas, and that day came when love’s cruelty brutally tried,
To disappoint and dig another grave for my new expectation.
In my inward eyes, I saw, myself wandering like a wingless bird,
Through that graveyard where flowers from many springs bloomed,
An open grave and tombstone with a verse I wrote for her stood,
Slowly I opened my eyes and to the darkening sky I looked,
Oh’, those stars much older than I am still stood bright and clear,
So I closed my eyes and that graveyard in my heart I redefined,
As a garden of love where every part of my love grew and bloomed,
To fuel a never-ending love meant for her my darling, my Little Boss.
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