The smiles as she walked in the room

Have all turned into frowns

Am I too quick to assume

That the love is no longer in bloom?

The tantrums and the tears

Play a very different tune



To what they did before, her heads red raw

And the ending doesn't sound like

They're happiest around

When you sobbed before it felt much more

Like the product of a squabble

Now there's reason for it to be something more



And no would be, oh, it's uncertain

Whether the curtain has shut for good

She says, "See if it's still raining

I'm not dressed for it and if you loved me"

And I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare

But still decided to stop her there



Would it be outrageous to say

We're either shouting or we're shagging?

Locked in tempestuous phase

At least that's how we felt yesterday

The eyes are getting heavier

And whether you're asleep or awake is a mystery



Would a kiss be too much to ask?

When you fit me as Sunday's frozen pitch

Fits the thermos flask

It's a pity, it just hit me, we can't go back

To the chest touching on the back