In My World, She Is Sweet Melody
I love her,
yes, did I mention the other day,
when espousing on love,
it is designed in the elements so defined
in her beauty.
Oh, she does,
yes, and she can forever cast eternal light,
she may cause a certainty in my heart,
to bleed with every pore of possibility,
to explode with such a torrent,
buries all indication of question,
when in her eyes,
I can see a world that I truly might exist inside.
Oh she does,
yes she does sing the blues,
she will be the delicious drawn out melody,
that might settle my heart,
or let it speed so rapidly,
my world will not be contained
within the soothing nature of her sweet soul.
Yes, she does,
yes, oh my fire alone,
she can, will, may always
in her quiet reality,
a demeanor of delight,
it is this uncertainty we strive to omit,
in order to with little regret,
with a sensual twist of her lips,
see her, she is smiling,
I can tell
I love (her).