Do you see my loving hunch dear Mary Anne, English winds blow kisses as the wheels collide against the land, seeking peace and serenity is such a hopeful yearn, eyes flash smiles as the engine takes yet another turn.
Hair blown back as the hills crumble and vanish from our view, considerate inner awakening begins as the eye sees something anew, collect all your troubling thoughts into a bag, the backseat widens as I jokingly smile and lovingly nag.
Tell the angst and frustration to mellow my dear, remember that night we planned out to stop our controlling fear, enjoy this breeze as I look back to contemplate, the rush of my heart steals air as I hope for our searching fate.
Looks of trust are what many couples lose behind the bar, drinks a many as one less couple travels by the spontaneous car, pebbles and grassy fields roam endless here at England’s garden, meeting of locals as chivalry continues with a hello and pardon.
We’ve passed many storms as we continue to drive longingly on, the front seat seems real compared to life’s recurring con, memories do stick with me as the end seems wanted, I look to you as those memories fade which were once haunted.
Stopping between intersections and crossings, the animals roam as a sign says beware of goslings, villages race past the windows as you stare back into the mirror, visions of the future bring you back as you hope for when we’ll be nearer.
Pressing of the brake smoothly ends the cycling rim, you hug me as you teasingly ask the beard to be trimmed, just keep telling yourself the world never ceases on hopeful loving care, unsure you are as I kiss and brush away that colorful indifferent hair.
It’s not the same as I relax against the sun basking car, I hold you in my arms as sea stretches from the rocks to afar, lighter in your hand as we kiss and laugh within the sunset, bring forth the fire Mary Anne as I yet again light another cigarette.