You seem to be saying:
“I love you, Mary”
In the photograph
We look so happy
I call you in a hurry
And leave confessions
On the answering machine
It will be funny
If you have a new love
I see myself by your side
Do I love you?
I don’t remember
It feels like a December
Of a golden year
It feels like like a bolero
I want to tell you
That I don’t want
Your kisses ever again
Your kisses ever again
I don’t know if I have
Really forgotten you
In our photo
I look so beautiful
I call you breathless
And say confusing things
on your answering machine
It’s disconcerting
To see the greatest love again
My teary eyes
Insane Decembers
But then I remember
They are golden years
I still want you
Bolero, our verses are so trivial
But how I long for
Your kisses never more
Your kisses never more