Mushy marshlands of grass under my feet
Running after you to beat the heat
Yellow butterflies twirling round my head
Between our fingers was tied a strong thread
This was the first time you got under my skin.
Noisy classmates bickering over books
Sitting next to you on a bench with hooks
You tried to pull out my skirt which was stuck
Everyone was whispering, yet you didn't give a sock
That appalling humiliation got under my skin.
It was the day I stood first in class
I rushed to you first, to celebrate with a glass
Your hands were nestling the curls of her hair
That moment I realized, little did you care
A flurry of hot tears flowed down my cheeks
Yet again, you got under my skin.
Was walking down the aisle
As the man of my dreams welcomed me with a smile
As we were exchanging our wedding vows
I glimpsed across to notice your dejected brows
The priest confirmed for everyone's approval
You faked a smile that was oh-so-jovial
Not surprisingly, you got under my skin.
A season of spring and winter had passed
Fate had us attending a funeral mass
Melancholy of a widow, no one could guess
But the warmth of your hug did not let me be depressed
You were here with me again
I was so glad this time, that you got under my skin.
We sat on a swing in Central Park
Rays of sunlight danced on our mark
Breezy winds caressed my grays
Wrinkled hands held on to each other through rough days
Your head rested on my shoulder
That is when it hit me -
You were destined to be under my skin.