Oh my dear amore,
Color my ashes blue and red,
Lose me in that liquorish shed,
Among what you left unsaid,
One not to keep for the after,
Just how your river flows in laughter.

Oh my dear amore,
It seems I've lived for forever,
In the last forty eight hours or so,
I've traveled through grieving seas,
And marveled over tumbling breeze.

But, would you believe me when I say,
I felt I've lived much longer,
In the forty eight hours, gray.

Oh my dear amore,
It seems I've lived a forever and after,
In some lost forty eight hours.
Enclosed in toppling jars of towers.
Jarred in jaded flowers,
Falling midst blinding whites and showers.

It all seems like a forever,
One not to keep for the after.

Oh my dear amore,
It seems like a forever,
The past forty eight hours,
Light headed,
Tumbling like a toss,
Slightly lost at loss.

But, believe me when I say,
I felt I've lived much longer,
Lost in the past forty eight hours,
Like a forever and after.
One not to keep for the after.

And oh my dear amore,
Haven't I understood, how this river flows?
The buzzing words and then gushing woes,
But they are nothing like your little vows,
Those buzzing birds and gushing glows.

And now I hope you know,
It's been past those few hours, amore,
Even if it feels like a forever,
And they have really flowed,
Forty eight hours, much long ago.
Just like how this river flows.

And amore, I know you've lived,
Much longer in those forty eight hours,
Oh my dear amore.