Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

Colder than the coldest blizzard!

My own little boy, Inside of me and yet not part of me, He belongs to her that would run away, “I’m crying because I miss her,” He tells me and my heart does a backflip, “That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,” He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears, If ever more