He burned incense in his car
talked of travel near and far
threw his arm around my shoulder
in a carefree sort of way
He spoke French and Portuguese
and swept in on the breeze
of my freedom, newly minted
shining in the Boston sun
But things aren’t always as they seem
this guy was the star of his own dreams
Would you like to know what happened next?
So would I
So would I
I think it went something like this:
I
learned
to
love
me.
He wrote poetry and prose
he shook me to my toes
he taught meditation
I had no hesitation
He practiced yoga too
tell me what in the hell would you do
with a man that fabulous
oh, he was mysterious
Invited me to couples yoga
I never wanted it to be over
But things aren’t always as they seem
this guy was the star of his own dreams
Would you like to know what happened next?
So would I
So would I
I think it went something like this
I
learned
to
love
me.
