Pick and choose his words you want to hear. He'll read them to you gently with a rose and some Shakespeare. But roses bloom and die and Shakespeare sounds cliche. Unlike a rose and time-old lines, my love will never fade. He'll take you for a stroll along the water hand-in-hand. To him you're nothing special, just some footprints in the sand. And with the receding tide comes thoughts shallow and cold. Come swim to deeper water, take a chance, just be bold. Words fly by on gilded wings. Touching on your beauty, but then fall short of accomplishing your true worth. Honesty.
He doesn't know the quirky things I know about you. You sing along when you don't even know the words. You try to lie but it's so bad that I don't mind. I'm not your everyday love, but every day I'll love you.
He tries to harmonize to radio love songs. Boyz II Men, Marvin Gaye, Let's Get It On. But those songs can't lyricize the words I need to sing. This melody's for you accompanied by this six string.
You love when he spits charming lines. But I can't help but silently stare mesmerized and realize my smile's there, reflecting off your eyes.
CHORUS
Romantic deeds may light your life. Set ablaze beneath your feet, then burn off with the next wind. My fire will keep on burning bright. Through rain or stormy weather, a constant flame I'm here forever.
CHORUS
Link to this comment:
All Comments (0)