As we merge between real and unreal,
          A simple tale will unfold,
          A tale that was told over a meal,
          Next to a fire to keep from the cold.
           
          By chance a bus just doesn’t come through,
          Leaving a weathered man - Jake - stranded,
          Idle chance means Ophelia too,
          Has by the timetable been mislead.

          From there on they talk for what seems like forever,
          That first chance meeting lasted all day,
          A more beautiful woman he’d seen never,
          Now it seems together is just the way.

          On birthdays he’d send her lilies, say she was his prize,
          In the sky he’d write her name,
          She was the light for his darkest skies,
          But oh when those skies came…

          They never saw it coming,
          Jake was at the deli one day,
          Ophelia in their blue Cadillac to sweetest music was humming,
          Then the sky turned grey.

          They say the crash was painless,
          But not for that poor ol’ Jake Ray,
          His heart was torn and in a mess,
          When Ophelia passed away.

          Later he found a note from her,
          Marked “To be opened if I ever go above”,
          It simply said – should the worst occur,
          You were, are and always my one true love…

          Back to that fire licked table,
          I tell this tale of love and shame,
          In the light of fiery embers I say to you…
          Honey I feel the same.
           
           
           

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