in
saint joseph missouri is a street called lovers lane
where
with a brown eyed beauty eugene field penned it to fame
the
poem sublet the surface street as a place to abide
where
maple trees could shield a kiss from all the prying eyes
i’ve
never walked upon that street but if i ever do
the
moment will be incomplete unless i walk with you
you’ve
sewn a seam that’s in-between the distance of our hearts
a
fabric forged from all my dreams that can’t be torn apart
and
like this poet from the past this street is just a street
it
was the hand that he held fast which made the moment sweet
for
what surrounds often abounds as just a place to be
it
doesn’t matter where we are as long as you’re with me
so
let’s walk down this lovers lane or sit by the fire
you
sew to flow through all my veins patterns of desire
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