310 - I cannot serenade you from the street

I cannot serenade you from the street,
My love, with my guitar and my flat tone
Of voice, because it wouldn’t be discreet,
For we’d not be romantically alone.
I’d have to dodge the joggers, and your phone
Might ring, and you’d be arguing with ma,
And my singing might cause the dogs to moan,
And would be drowned out by each passing car.
You wouldn’t open your window that far
So I could see your long blonde hair, your sweet
Smile, and your twinkling eyes that once had shown
Me silent songs not sung to a guitar.
And so the evening once more is complete
Without your neighbours having cause to groan.
Wed 11 July 2007