Sequin rattling, jumpy nerves
the tremble before the words
whirring camera racing by
that day is much a blur
parties gather, left and right
split by procession small
(history wiped out by the "Fly")
up in front: one is short, one tall
third floor food, honored guests
golden duster, wagon wheel
tired and happy, take a ride
best feeling I could ever feel
slept so soundly, caught a plane
to celebrate three unions - new
nowadays it's not the same
it's only me and you
the journey has made me who I am
And I would never second guess
if I would ever be anyone else
but forever, your "Gomez"
Happy Anniversary - I love you!
2 comments:
You got me on this one. Not sure what it means but I like it just the same. Give me a hint...
Well, most people won't get this one. But the one it was written for definitely got it. It's one of the few pieces I have written for only one person to understand. I'm glad you still enjoyed it. Oh yeah, the hint: sequins, union, procession...anniversary? Hmmm, what can it all mean?
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