With A Frog In The Throat

When love met for the first time across the miles

It was euphoria beyond tears and laughter, beyond smiles

There was nothing better than those moments they had

Her tone brought him out of feeling deserted and sad

And he was speechless although crowded with words

Forgot the pleasures of the day, the whistling birds

Remembered only the pain that she

Only called to say goodbye politely

Goodbye is something we can’t leave in the mail

It requires an explanation how true love can fail

Now it was time for the laughter to subside

Time to be open and truth not hide

Her words didn‘t cut, weren’t piercing deep

Every word brought relaxation, but not the kind to sleep

The kind to believe again in possibilities

Hope for brighter morrows with blossoms in the trees

Right now love needed time to sort out herself

Organize the thoughts in her head and her emotional health

And it was a reassuring call to remind him on the phone

Though they were separated he must never feel alone