Call it alienating my aims, but, I come in peace;
There's a missing piece in the puzzle of my life that I think you could fit in…
Not to be corny, but I'm left amazed by the mere thought of you -
And it's claimed, that a rose is still a rose by any other name:
But what about the one which rose in the midst of a concrete jungle?
You're that much more special -
Especially when you look like the type to be my weekend special…
Haha, and that may seem shallow-minded
But that's only to balance the depth of emotions felt -
And have you felt the fingertips that would grip felt tips
To write you a living love song?
The irony is I would write until my d**h…
Yet even then I would fail to capture
The very best description to match you;
And if it's not too much shawty: can I ask you?
See if there's a, wild fire in my heart
How can I stop when I don't know where to start?
And these words?
The art you cannot brush off
They're left etched in the canvas of your mind…
And I would go through mine fields
Just to show you what my mind feels
Sees
Hears
Smells
Tastes:
So come and sense what may not be common sense:
And pay attention -
But this is not war…
Could this be love?