Patches of blue clouds were chasing after the sun
Where is the ribbon with the colors of seven?
Has it disappeared after the fun?
It was a creamy taste of heaven's share
Three tender bites of guilt in mid spring air
Smiling eyes because you were there
And then the passion was dead followed the nightmare
Changes pave paths that first seems unfair
You and I both see the fog shadows our balance
Yours is ordered, mine's absent
One's eloquent and one's gamed at pretentious prudence