I don't suppose it's proper or
Permissible and I'm not sure
You would not hold it against me
Flippant, truant, and so sorry
But the truth of the matter here
We've seen three seasons of the year
Though time flies and memories fade
Lady writer, I wish I'd stayed.
Perhaps it's sad, this heart set taut
I tied my sails in sailors' knots
( You taught me to tie sailors' knots
But not to turn about the spot )
This picture just won't fade: the way
The hair fell down around your face
