by Jeph Johnson
I cannot complain
For once a weekend
I frolic fast and free
In her fount of youth
Where aging is reversed
I'm with her and she's with me
In soul, and mind, and heart
Together every anxious hour
When we are apart
A slow refrain
The rest of the week
That's why I sadly see
In this clear blessing
I almost feel I'm cursed
I'm with her and she's with me
In soul, and mind, and heart
Together every anxious hour
When we are apart
Oh I wish I had the
Magic power
That she has with me:
To control elation and
Become gently immersed
I'm with her and she's with me
In soul, and mind, and heart
Together every anxious hour
When we are apart
Instead I ponder
Hour by hour
(Feels like infinity)
Unscripted ad-libs
Largely unrehearsed
I'm with her and she's with me
In soul, and mind, and heart
Together every anxious hour
When we are apart
It may be forlorn
For I'm intermeshed
With her anxiety
But I staked my claim
When she called on me first