And so, my darling br (who isn't my darling) br come, show me, br what will you bring me today? br What joys, what gifts, br what fleeting happiness br for all of which, of course, you will pay? br Come, play me that song br (that isn't 'our' song) : br kiss me, as you love me; br -yes, I'll play along; br hold my hand, br guide my steps, br as I smile up at you br and pretend to forget br the one to whom I say br 'I love you too'. br br Come, let's look and see br what this newborn day may hold; br I'll stride alongside next to you; br let me act as the bold br returner of your spirit; br never mind, that I'll never quite feel it; br br Come, bring me those flowers, br tell me you love me on the hour, br a flood of smiles returned, br adoration not openly spurned, br never questioning why br I cannot meet the gaze br of those kindly fluidish eyes; br br Come, stroke me, show your care, br til I notice who is there; br come, write me your love notes br as my true love once wrote; br come, let me use you br as the ointment in the wound, br plastered over by affection, br sewn up by attention. br br Come, and I will join the ride; br for tomorrow I may awake and decide br that the smile from outwardly in br shows every sign it may begin br to come from inwards out, instead.