I move in all manner of directions
Restless some might say
Anyway
You lay in the sun, it's what you do
Not of course
That I wouldn't turn my hand
To footsteps in the sand
And champagne, uncorked
The other day
I heard the strains of Mantovani; Blue Moon
From a further room
Anyhow I must go now, the honeymoon is over
And yet
Our time together has not even begun
We've many more adventures
Laughter and kisses to share
The words are only pretence
Only here do I dare
To talk of a time
Without you
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