If I become depressed <br />And fail to see you <br />In your floral dress, <br />Then my weekend will be <br />Funeral-parlor sad, <br />Living a life of Ash Wednesdays alone. <br /> <br />I’ll call you on the telephone, <br />And tell you that your feminine voice <br />Is the entire panacea that I need <br />When my world is vacant parking lots <br />Infiltrated by degradation and thorny weeds. <br /> <br />If you allow me to hold your hand, <br />I know that you will understand <br />My overwhelming desire <br />To make you the object of intense devotion. <br /> <br />Please, don’t walk away and trample these emotions; <br />We may not meet again for several lonely lifetimes <br />Until the planets are aligned mystically perfect.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-planets-are-aligned/
