A Warm-Teared Blur
A golden glow spread over the room,
But for months I've not been my best --
An enemy attacks me from within
A traitor within my breast.
Why can't I look away and stop,
And go back to my bottle at home --
Why did I have to follow her 'round
To hitch-hike, stow-away and roam?
A Civil War is waged inside,
I'm happy to see her smile --
But not to be author of those clever lines
Has tormented me for more than a while.
To what end can this whole thing come,
That a warm-teared blur will progress --
From the coast to the plane, will I make a toast,
And salute distant shores from Lajes?