Sometime-actors wave their arms in front of me,
Accentuating dramas with the weaving of their words,
I'll sit upon the sidewalk and observe,
Until such times as I'm in awe of them,
Reminding me I'm still in love with you.
Sometime-lovers wave their wares before my thoughts,
Apologising lately for the passing of our hearts,
I'll sit upon the sidewalk and observe.
But mannerisms move behind my cares,
Reminding me I'm still in love with you.
Sometimes, windmills turn their sails before my eyes,
Accumulating pictures from the patterns in the air,
I'll sit upon the sidewalk and observe,
While writers craft their postcards of the past,
Reminding me I'm still in love with you.
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