My Poor Homage to Cohen. Again. Yes. But I Can't Help It.

Forgive me Leonard for this affront.
But I'm trapped between hope and sleep.
You stranded me again upon that shore,
A thousand kisses deep.
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You were my perfect love,
My harbor of perfect sleep
You were the war I would have fought.
The secret I would die to keep,

You came to me that evening.
Wearing flowers in your hair.
You broke my heart sweetling,
With the sadness in your stare.

I tried to find the words to say.
While you threshed me like so much wheat.
But you'd hold them against me any way,
Even here, a thousand kisses deep.

I was the rolling stone you stopped,
But I guess I'll be rolling along.
The universe is my darling now,
My Goddess full of hope and song.

You made me pay every bill,
Even asked for the receipts.
I loved you like a blind man loves,
The sun after all the rain and sleet.

It's over, yeah, I know that now,
And I'll go but not in defeat.
The wind brushes across my embers now,
Stirring me back to my forgotten heat.

A woman came to me tonight,
Like a desert wind carrying the rain.
And she made me laugh and wonder,
When she would make me laugh again.

There was beer and cigarettes,
And so much music in the air.
And joy danced across the balcony.
And hope was suddenly everywhere.

Flower of Muscat, desert lilly,
Last thought before I go to sleep.
I wonder if we'll be allowed to go,
A thousand kisses deep.