Six seconds in your company makes me feel upset   that I've only known you for six seconds yet   Every minute we haven't spent together   all of the hours we are going to   will come marching towards me in swathes      Hey, ah! There you are; play the piano in this next bar...      With a blow of an eastern breeze   on a flag of your face unfurled   I collide with you in this heat   under blanket of borrowed blue   Splitting silence with every smile   even ammonites hear us sing   and a rail on an outside road   rusting over with us in here   We shall settle a stack of woes   with affectionate angled arms   Will you lead me across this room   as we knock other couples pell-mell?   Promenade to a sweet dischord   In a London before the flood   to another an early fade   Nine behind us and three in front