Afternoon sun touches lightly the hair of Susie
As she waits with one suitcase & one way ticket
She is smiling with that light that drive away blues
As she thinks of her love like a secret
A rebel, she's walking away from her family's fortune
As she counts down the time, her hands clasp
& unfolds his letter like flint to her cold hands:
This fire we make, this love to last
Though Susie is 19 & just out of college,
She knows he's the one she's going to marry first
Dashing & wild among men, she followed her guts:
This fire we make, this love to last
No rings nor flowers nor money, but she didn't care
Here he comes now in an old white car at last
She feels the world bursting inside her, when he said:
This fire we make, this love to last
Though Susie is 19 & just out of college,
She knows he's the one she's going to marry first
After 50 years, she tells me: she won the lottery when he said:
This fire we make, this love to last
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks for bearing up with my amateur lyrics, smiles ~
and Poets United - Mid-week Motif: Love - This is based on my mom's story, who eloped at age 19 with my dad.
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