Meter And Line - Tennis

some things just slip from my mind

sweet memories leave me blind

just like a love song meant for the dead

how should the rite be read

I remember the warm embrace

I remember the way you taste in my mouth

speak to me in three quarter time

oh my love is a slave to meter and line

oh glorious, oh glorious, oh glorious

hope of my heart a 'trembling

like a winter flowers cold springing

I see her lying there unchanged

drifting along the astral plane

even as she was growing then

you could still find her looking into my mind

heavy voice with a velvet look

there’s a stillness in place of breath that she took

closer to me than my anatomy

somethings just slip from my mind