imagine the table for the baby.
imagine the battle for the little.
imagine the hrt for the gun powder.
the streets of love is a sharp edge.
you are your thoughts on my mind.
I foreknew what was in your hrt.
Not magic, spells or internet.
But the rub of from the street of love made me know.
I always go out in the street to call you out for a dance.
you are my dance and I your song.
And streets of love..... our home.
P