Eternity

I’d rather tell you about what I have
not what I don’t
on every first date
the butterflies - how they race
but if time would wait for me
if crimes would let me be
and when a family of three
climbs high above the trees
what then my Love
what then
what then
what then
always in groups of three
standing and sitting
are the same to me
let me not be on show
let tomorrow be as it is
I know of nightmares
stuffed somewhere in ancient memory
but Love - sweet Love
she started with artists
not long after we met
couples come in twos and threes
what what
why wait for eternity…