Thursday's love is hard to find (poem)

Beg to differ if you will but Thursday's love is hard to find

All is going through my mind, a love so pure a love so blind

Catch me sleeping if you will, I dream a dream of tomorrow's thrill

See me looking at the rain, drops that fall on a window pane

Still no sleep, there is no sound of anyone being around

Hold out your hand, give me left give me right, all to please you is that alright?

Came to sing a song today of Thursday's love that got away

Maybe, maybe, one more try to look up in to the sky

I care to suffer if you will, the loss of Thursday's love I can not fill

Very superstitious...

I am so enjoying my time off work and being able to have the time and listen to some quality music and reading in to the wee hours of the morning. Being at home on a weekday has made me realise the not so quiet street I live on and the having a bit of peace and quiet first thing in the morning is just an illusion. My reply to this racket first thing is to put my headphones on and 'boogy on down' to the kitchen. Music lifts your spirits together with that nice cuppa tea :-) Ain't nothing superstitious 'bout that.