JUNO AND HER PEACOCK (TRUST YOU)
( J. Wilson)
© Ochiltree 136 Publishing (2007)

Behold Juno with her proud peacock, how she worries on her man 
perhaps a 'Siren' in a greener pasture, perhaps another lover still

And Juno'’s peacock bears the hundred eyes of Argus - 
and Jupiter will hide below a smokey cloud 
I find it strange how I abandon all my old devices, when I find I'’m thinking them out loud. . .

Trust you to trust me, implicitly ' and now the pressureÂ’s on
To love you like you love me, unequivocally '– 
but I'’m up for the task, bring it on

When Valentino took a bride in Mexico, he became the imagined sultry Sultan
But I'’m less inclined to follow in those barren footsteps, even if a former self once was. . .

Don Juan, Rabbie Burns and Casanova - threw a bachelor'’s ball for married men
But they'’ll never know what sweet surrender or what itÂ’s like to be wholly loved by one

Trust you to trust me, implicitly '– and now the pressure'’s on
To love you like you love me, unequivocally '  
but I'’m up for the task, bring it on