You’ll Be The One

Precious memories
Of times half-past.
Reflections of your imagery
Inside your those in last.

Desperate measures
To meet extravagant expectations;
Despite elaborate remedies
My mind is left exasperated.

Dwelling within
My innate desires bleed;
Deep into the night
I long, I need.

What’s it going to take
To bring you back in line?
What’s it going to take
To bring back what is mine?

I guess it’s been a fair
And I’m assured it’s been fun;
Until those moments when we can rest again,
You’ll be the one.

©2003 Joe Jenkins