Maple, my darling, Maple my tree,
Come to my bedroom and whisper to me.
Whisper sweet nothings and whisper your thoughts
And then I will tell of the feelings I've fought -
I've tried to repress them, - ignore what you do -
Your hair, and your eyes, your wit and your bo...
Forgive me, I beg you, but understand this:
My heart and the truth are too long amiss.
How can I live when I know there is one
Whose moon shines upon her when I see the sun?
The ocean that separates all that we share
Is ghastly and tainted and bloody unfair -
It writhes and it seethes and it keeps you from me
But nothing will stop me, not even the sea.
I see you at night and when I awake,
I see you in rivers, in mountains and lakes.
Reflections that haunt, and odes we have read,
Are dreams that I dream of you in my bed.
Oh Maple - Andrea - whatever you like
(we know what I call you into the night)
I want you to know, no matter the years -
No matter the torture, no matter the tears -
That ever I love you, that always I'm here,
If you be afar or if you are near.
So come to me, darling - away we will run -
Burning so bright, we embarrass the sun.
Andrea and I had a little joke (I should make that clear)!