Dear Heart – don’t be afraid for me -
I’m not a probability.
It’s only Love that’s softly spreading.
Like the guests joined at our wedding -
A wondrous, human melting Pot
Of Wilde and child – we’ve got the lot.
The ebony, the ivory;
The special Song that’s you with me.
It’s just some naughty Nature growing –
Ponder at what she’s bestowing;
A warning of the Herd mistake
That followed footsteps of the Fake.
Stay on our Magic Carpet ride –
It’s better with you by my side.
For we must have our kismet kissAnd know and take Fate as she is.