Morning Loves

I fell in love three times today on the way for the train,    
an early morning party trick of mine.    
   
The lengths I scaled in my head to be with these women,    
I somersaulted over the broken glass in the gutters    
blindfolded to my lost loves by the winter morning darkness.    
   
The spotlight lampposts follow me along the path of    
sleeping gravel as it sparks to life beneath my feet.    
   
The cool fresh wind of a new day makes my skin tingle    
with regret, that I didn't bring a coat.. or that I didn't    
take a chance.    
   
My lonely soul sleeps on the matrimonial sofa at night,    
I wake up every day with a bad back.    
   
I couldn't even find the diamonds in your eyes,    
never mind steal them.. they're too well hidden, love.