from your umbrella I stepped out,
in seconds you are close again
to "save me." I have no doubt
you are a humorous gentlemen,
chivalry not ended in such a friend.
Nudging me towards my vision,
you know I love and must attend,
is bringing me to a garden of trees
with beds of tulips teared in rain.
Traversing paths of green filagree,
in thunder turning towards the lane,
I hear a clear melodic refrain,
You can always return again.