The Sky that Falls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Favourite Neighbour

The tone of your voice has quite a nice ring,

Your countenance appealing when you frown,

Your eyes is heart-warming in cosy brown;

You're a breath of fresh air in lovely Spring,

You're a gorgeous melody when you sing;

The one that I want in my wedding gown,

With no one but you I'd rather be thrown.

The one who pulls a chord on my heart-string,

Manners so charming, I can't let you go.

The good life in rain, snow, even wet sleet,

I tenderly wipe a drop off your brow;

You're my favourite neighbour up my street,

To my parents, you're the one that I'd show.

Take long walks with you, I have happy feet.