a shoulder to

what happened to the amorous looks

and playful, luring charms?

i swore i sensed a flicker

in that kinder, anxious heart.

like a grate fire just kindling, 

but wary of the chimney's cold;

so as soon as eager trumpets have blown,

blushing admissions breathed:

you built the iron mail fence 

from my everlasting. 

and that has made all the difference.

but unguard! and maybe

i can bring us back,

i can bring us back,

i can bring us back,

back to undercover cameos 

in one of life's sublime sublots.

you'll see,

i can keep a dirty little secret.