Weekend

Love is a like a long weekend Sleeps in and phone muted No one else is important but themselves Window shopping on a Saturday Drinking wine during an evening meal Her eyes And those eyes dark as a piece of coal And as I work and Bees come Sunlight turns them into honey Eyes that see my different point of view And they look at me with undeserved love Those lips And those lips that words of love come Lips that desire to be kissed and sweetly And love to be dressed in colors That wait for me with kindness Patiently smiling at my uncomfortableness But Life Weakend And so the pressure mounts as does Himself Weakend by gravity the sags come Their bodies get weak but their love survives But not a day,week or moment goes by that isn't filled with love But the weak inherit the world in the end