The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
A tall oak tree alone and cryin'
When her birds have flown and the nest is bare
Now a woman lord is like a young bird
And the tall oak tree is like a young man's heart
Among his boughs you will find her nesting
When the nights are cool she's warm and dry
Your coat of green will protect her
Her wings will grow your love will too
But all too soon your mighty branches
Will cease to hold her she'll fly from you
If I'd wings to fly
I'd follow you
If you'd wait for me
I'd fly away
I'd fly away
Rachel wrote:
That's beautiful, D. Sad but beautiful. You should always follow your heart,
especially if someone else is holding it for you.
I got something for you to hold.
Do you want her to hold it in public?
Sounds like fun.
But you don't get to peek.
That's okay, I've had enough peking duck.
Rachel wrote:
Is it your big throbbing heart? :-)
Exactly!
It's right *here*. Can't you see how big it got when you walked in the
room? Let's follow it! :-)
Rachel wrote:
How can I follow it when it's pointing straight at me? :-)
Woah, I better leave you two alone...
Well, what do you know...
it is - how about that - what a surprise. :-)
Rachel wrote:
It's like the needle on a sex compass. It doesn't show you north, it shows
you where IT wants to go. :-)
Boys will be boys...