I will make your bad day better, when you walk in through the door.
I'll kiss your lips and stroke your cheek and rub your weary feet,
When you walk in through the door.
I will make your evening sweeter, when you walk across that floor.
I'll lay before you fish and fowl, candied fruits, figs and syllabub,
When you walk across that floor.
I will set your pulse a'racing, with my brigand pressing need.
I'll read again your latitude, your islands will I swim about,
From your bounty will I feed.
I'll map you anew, my sweetheart, my love so long an étude,
A study in indifference, I lost the star to steer me by,
Let me pen a new prelude.
This day would be a better day, if my love walked in the door.
I am a threshold haunting ghost,
All I have is heretofore.
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