What is it with you and your buttercups this fortnight? Reading this made me get your other song stuck in my head…

OMG the wind through this is incredible. I can see the clothespins flying about.

I am glad you like. It is really a pretty song, I was scared to touch it with lyrics without a strong enough sentiment. It’s about a would be soul-mate if it weren’t for my varying (from hers) political viewpoint. I really do love a ton about her, including her political passion. It’s that passion that attracts me too; a passion so strong it blinds her from seeing me past my hedges (or maybe it is I who has distanced myself).

She says to me I must fight to be hers:

‘My buttercup, how to plea;
A fisticuffs righting
will bind you to me?’

If I were to give my votes to her fight, might she then hear my passion for her:

Buttercup, in the fields
unkempt by winds’ writhing
unbent by wrong’s zeal

I do think she is a wonderful person and I doubt I’ll ever stop thinking about her.

My favorite part is this:
"Old drag on bones;
Myth all oh gee;
The nightly whimpers
split morning seams

of my glory’s fretful dream."

To me this is the perfect description of feeling ill about the future, knowing that change will bring it’s crush of idealism. And, she must have felt very betrayed to know you fight so underhandedly, agreeing and then going against her tho she risked the mad sea to explain how she felt.
Perhaps the buttercups and writhing winds will help to heal the rift.

If so, maybe new dreams will be born on the ruins of what it once were <—-intentional.

I definitely want to hear the song.