Out of the Blue
It was not until
She placed
Her perfumed
Finger tips
Upon those
Very perfect lips
He drew lazy
Circles on
Last night
She ever
Realised that
Marriage kids
And roses
Round the door
Were no longer
On the menu
But were
Dreams she had
Since she was
Just a little girl
With freckles
Ankle socks
And lollipop\'s
Somewhere else
And once upon
A time
Whilst elsewhere
It did
Dawn on her
She had been oh
So very wrong
About so many
Other things besides
Thereafter though
To pardon him
Of all the blame
She had once cast
When anger burnt
Both brain and heart
She opened up
And cried
Moments such as this
She said
Might be all
We ever have
I know
Yet I would
Rather these
Than all the bruises
And the lies
So many men
Have given me
In days long past
I now choose freely
To forget
And willingly let go