A twisting lock of hair falls round your face
A shield of purple lacquer coats your nail
As desperately I need to know my place
I try and try and try to no avail.
I thought you would have told me that you were
I thought it was a given that I was
And everything you say became a blur
Attempting to do what a good girl does.
Compelled to make a move, I take a glance
Behind me and I know that no one’s there
I plant a kiss and now I’m in a trance
Your smile cuts through the silence in the air.
Clandestine love is needed for today
Tomorrow I will grow you a bouquet.