Shakespeareish.
Our love story started rough,
At a lunch break, remember?
You said to the waitress, ‘I've had enough!'
And I tried to tell you, ‘it's chaos, mid December!'
But at Times Square, life gets tough
Even if you're a Goldcardmember
So I slapped your face and poured some hot stuff
On your new Armani suit, remember?
I guess I made a bad impression, but it was to turn out good
Didn't know then, I lived in your neighbourhood
*
In March, we made acquaintance, we met
With hostility in the air
And pouring rain, which made me terrible wet
Finally, you started to care
So I found myself in your mastersuit, I'll never forget
The definite start to our affair
Back then I couldn't tell, if it was a promise or a threat
That you made while messing up my hair
"I'll never love you, I'm too mature
But I will not leave you, and that's for sure"
*
In April, hostility was gone,
And we'd actually gone on a date
Well, a picnic on my uncut lawn,
That's when you told me, your brother's not straight
The sun had solemnly withdrawn,
And it was getting kind of late
Suddenly you said; You're my swan
I figured you meant I was your soul mate
But I could not stop laughing, it sounded so cheap
I sorry darling, but I laughed until I started to weep.
*
May was as sweet as ever, with long promenades
Among oh too long New Jersey sidewalks
And suddenly, a stupid fancy of going to a masquerade
Which luckily enough ended as just talks.
Out of nowhere in May, I became afraid
Afraid of something taking you away, a hawk
Circling our heads, waiting, ready for air raid,
He haunted me, was a steady stalk
But my love, you convinced me that you would remain,
With the cheesy gesture; a bottle of champagne
*
June was different; the time of passion had ended,
A replacer, called affection, well, it was pretty much the same
I shortly made your romantic gestures suspended,
During my first real grownup poker game.
Romance is overrated, please don't get offended
But it is basically just the frame
The important thing is the art work, no the pretended
You soul, your mind, your flame.
But honey, don't get me wrong,
It's okay to sing me a silly love song.
*
I made up my mind in July,
As the hottest month catched us by surprise
In eight weeks, I'll have to say good-bye
And will not happen in front of your eyes
Not many would describe me as shy,
But we all have our secrets, our disguise
Is sometimes too good, hard to deny
Everything too keep your soul from the guy
I hoped I will not break the heart, or hurt it too much,
When I have just learned how yours to touch
*
With August came a ring in a fortune cookie,
I did not have the heart to say no
So I locked myself in, and called Jackie
For no better reason than to say Hello
We go back all the way to Milwaukee,
Back when winter use to mean snow
She listened, as if in a walkie-talkie
To all my worries, and answered very low;
"Girl, you do what you have to, no worries, alright?
‘Cause boys they leave too, you know he's no knight"
*
Our last weeks went by way too fast,
And we made love on the beach twice,
Summer just would not leave, but at last
September cold came, though no birth control device
What was not allowed to happen, had already passed
My visit to the doctor made the decision clear as ice
No others would enter as cast
In the play of my life, can't imagine the price
I have always had the leading role,
And right now, there could be no other, I need control.
*
And as I watched my lover in his sleep
I knew what I have to do
So I moved my arm, tried not to weep
Whispering; I loved you too
I abduce my clothes, one last peep
As I turned around, an amazing view
I went out to my car, an old used jeep
Looked up, never seen a night so blue
But I had made my choice this time,
I had to fully live my prime
*
No, love, with you the promise is hard to fulfil
I can not live single in a pair
But remember this, I love you still
So please don't you despair
My life goes on, that is my will
Though I'll never forget Times Square
I'm sure you'll find someone to thrill
And even, possible, become millionaire
Though, can I ask of you one last thing?
Always think of me in spring.
