Not sure if I like this myself or not.
I clearly had higher expectations for it when I started. . . but it could be I'm just disappointed that it changed so much from concept to deliver. This started out wanting to be a "Scarborough Faire" kind of song. . . and it really didn't end up that way. Should have known better than to have a preconceived notion of what I wanted it to go.
Any input is valuable in this situation.
PAPRIKA AND QUEEN ANNE'S LACE
Paprika and Queen Anne’s Lace. The tears are streaming down my face.
My true love’s coming home to me. I taste the love I can't yet see.
Parsley Sage and Oregano. Such sadness when she had to go.
Circumstance took her away. It brings her back to me today.
Bitteroot dries in the back. And pepper, red, and white and black.
This kitchen's where we cooked up love. I smell her perfume taste her presence yet.
Her apron hangs where she left it then. Our Her Kitchen waits for her return.
Fully stocked and ready for what she might cook or burn.
Cumin, Dill and Curry Leaf. Renewed as they require.
So when she’s back On her return, she’d step right in and cook what she’d desire.
Marjoram and Star Anise. Chicory and Chives.
Such joy this kitchen brought to two inconsequential lives.
Gourmet pretenses we had none. Nor complicated tools.
Just passion for the experiment. We both were cooking fools.
The love was sheer incredible. . . the food sometimes inedible.
But nothing was regrettable. All love and life and fun.
Her apron hangs where she left it then. Our Her Kitchen waits for her return.
Fully stocked and ready for what she might cook or burn.
Cumin, Dill and Curry Leaf. Renewed as they require.
On her return, she’d step right in and cook what she’d desire.
Paprika and Queen Anne’s Lace. The tears are streaming down my face.
My true love’s coming home to me. I taste the love I can't yet see.
Parsley Sage and Oregano. Such sadness when she had to go.
Circumstance took her away. It brings her back to me today.
Thin brown sticks of Cinnamon remind me she’s the only one.
Who loved me truly, deep and sure. and Wednesday, they will bury her.
And Wednesday, they will bury her.