Italian wine touched my lips, freed up my feelings of you.
Your soul of white silk, flowing in a gentle breeze.
Singing sweet canary, stuck in my cage.
Held back by luckless dreams and fears.
Your heart the tide washing in over mine.
Beating to a rhythm of kindness.
I’m a pirate stealing your love, more than I deserve.
Many courses of bricks lower, than the wall you deserve to walk on.
Just recently I have been unlucky in a lot of areas but one.
Sweet spring rainbow, that on my eyes has now been bestowed.
© Deon Heemskerk 18-9-2012