As close, as we are far
My heart just skips, the beat for you dove,
She grimaced, I faced, our worlds
that had raced
Contours that were drawn, our nuptials and beyond,
And the shapes they took, for the wise and
the crook
The happiness beyond, the guest and the
horn,
The bond that we share, for remorse and
the fair
Days may look routine, but life is still
full of sheen,
Look at shine of photo frame, still worth
its fame.
She looked, as she cooked, with a snook
half way,
The clouds I admired, that feeling no more
wired
Te'me how far would you go, to empathize my woe,
To get closer to the love, can we fly the
sky above ?
Then the tale began, while holding her hand,
The world apart, flew vignette on that
land
Of the dream we sew, through our love sinew,
Can still hold your hands, while I run the
errands
Through the wheels I move, my heart just grew,
To tell my feelings, will you move these
ceilings
Then cut ajar, that rainbow ain't far,
Just see through the dust, for the pelmet
you must
There's a world that's dear, as far as it's near,
That tap when it flows, there are mornings
that it glows
The box that I take, it's a life full of cake,
The noon in that hall, your
delicacies enthrall
The call that I make, for the rail and the rake,
Let's run along the rhyme, to close
the time
The guest when he rings, my heart then sings,
The tea that will come will make us hum
In the jousts and hurdles, in the worlds
that we lived,
Did we forget to just cuddle, and the fun
that we killed ?
If that would be so, for not the desert
and the snow,
My heart, let's travel, for the hearts to
unravel
Look, there is a world along the ‘Thames’,
Let's pack our bags, on its bank for the
games
To discover our life, forget dough and the
knife,
Just run along, to listen to the song
Song that chimes, in the background of our times,
Just mute the world, and its pebbles that are hurled
The music is still dear, sounds of the stream still clear,
The twists that it takes, the nature that it makes
Learn from its form, to mix along,
yet remain a stream, for this London
theme
Let's fly 'British', for skit and
the skittish,
Our love would rejoice, find back
its voice
Our travel for the soul, alike
for the diamond and the coal,
As close as we are far, my queen I’m and will be, your Czar
As close as we are far, my queen I’m and will be, your Czar
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