The smiles as she walked in the room. Have all turned into frowns. Am I too quick to assume. That the love is no longer in bloom?. The tantrums and the tears. Play a very different tune to what they did before. Her heads red raw. And the ending doesn't sound like. They're happiest around. When you sobbed before it felt much more. Like the product of a squabble. Now there's reason for it to be something more. And no would be oh it's uncertain. Whether the curtain has shut for good. She says "See if it's still raining. I'm not dressed for it and if you loved me". And I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare. But still decided to stop her there. Would it be outrageous to say. We're either shouting or we're shagging?. Locked in tempestuous phase. At least that's how we felt yesterday. The eyes are getting heavier. And whether you're asleep or awake is a mystery. Would a kiss be too much to ask?. When you fit me as Sunday's frozen pitch. Fits the thermos flask. It's a pity it just hit me we can't go back. To the chest touching on the back