Lover’s Chores
Two people are separated by two thousand miles of ocean,
Waves of change try to shake our trust,
The tower of love broad casts my love to her,
And messages of secrets are cared by white doves,
Peace and truth span a bridge that connects us together,
My love still echoes from the tower of love in the city of love,
And her songs sing like the morning birds through the silent forests,
The silent forests of New England echo with her love to me,
Even the cans of Monsters can’t brake the bridge that our songs sing across,
Her green hat I remember,
And I’m sure she remembers my camera bag,
So when we meet again we will sing our songs with hands locked together,
As we hold hands together we run away to start again once more,
With rings on our fingers our chores of love will be like two morning doves.