Coming down yet again into Takaka
I saw the pub where we took a small room
And made love after you had handily
Beaten a couple of the locals at pool.
I marvelled then at your confidence:
Trusting so deeply in my easy smile
Content already that this was it
The end of the road for two drifters.
Fish and chips and a jug or so of beer:
Things were simpler in the old days
A very ordinary blue Toyota Corolla
No house, no kids, just enough dollars.
You told me ‘I don't talk that much
I don't have that much to say
But I really like you and think
That you are a good person'.
A pretty-rare girl - a man whisperer
Meeting my flighty charm with calm
Seeing so many good things ahead
Committed to us being ever together.
And for once, I listened to the silence
Sensing that acceptance was everything
And that there was little else worth saying
Picking up on quiet beauty being quite enough.
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