nerves are jangling, the time runs by,
her pretty face, no tears to cry
i hide in cars and travel fast
a moment of passion which shoots on past
a quick smile or two and hidden dreams
a clear concious, or so it seems
petrol bought and shirt and tie
worn and ironed, it’s time to fly.
i’d love to speak but princess calls,
watch me later, see me fall.
a nervous smile is all i’ve got
ridicule will be my lot,
but get it right and night will say
that Valentine will get to play.
~ stolen laughter, or maybe nerves
(c) Ed Simkins