Epitaph For Love

I only wanted kitchen curtains And your love Both to calmly sway In the sunsetting breeze of June I would be content Washing dinner dishes While you dried your hands in my hair Evening would be the perfect place To spread out the picnic of passion In a small room to house our big dreams I never got around to buying kitchen curtains Instead the slatted bland blinds remain And remain drawn as the slivers from sunset Try to limbo dance their way in I am left with less than the interior design I had so perfectly planned And left with even less of the design I had For allowing your love into the interior Of my heart