A Love Story


"You must never press too hard for love."
Someone should have often told me.
"It is symbolised by a fluffy white dove."
So that I could then somehow see.

And so the vision of fulfilment
Makes slowly degree by degree
An arching cavernous room of entertainment
Full of people yearningly free.

Not that you wondering round would notice
That’s just how it was meant to be
Unless you lift up both blue eyes to the vortice
And time stops at the count of three.

Purple rain is a precious pouring wine.
It flows down by the poplar tree.
Some people touch it and say it’s a sign
That the Lord did it just for me.

Bevagna, 12 December 2011