She wore the ribbons

She wore the ribbons
And he wore the rags
She held her velvet voice without force
Oh so gentle of course,
Whilst his thundered; like a wild rodeo horse.

She drank French champagne from a crystal glass.
Whilst he even
then found people to drink with below even
His own class...

She’d trembled in the warmest weather
Whenever he kissed her
And held her trembling; silently, together.

Oh what joy came with the winter!
When it came to cracking; log fires and love.
When it came to springtide walking,
Amongst: The pink and purple dew lit foxglove.

When it came to holding,
Her hand like a downing; nestling, feather.
When it came to rags and ribbons
They're just the same.

She drank French champagne from a crystal glass.
Whilst he even then
Found people to drink with below even
His own class...

She wore the ribbons
And he wore the rags
She held her velvet voice without force
Oh so gentle of course,
Whilst mine thundered; like a wild rodeo horse.