Love Is Strange
Love is strange..
Love what a strange tale it weaves.
I can never see it for the trees.
I go every day as if blind.
I don’t see the meaning of its charm.
And yet people tell it each other every day.
And not long after leave each other, go their own away!
Its like some form of disease it makes people act silly.
Or is it me? Am, I just not Meant to be happy.
Yet I love being alone most of the time.
I know I am intelligent witty and have charm.
Who am I kidding. I am just me. Arrogant and Crappy.
Sometimes I try to be part of the human race.
But too many of them never show me grace.
They say why don’t you smile be happy.
But I am not false I am true so my face will show a frown.
So lets dissect this emotion? Or is it just a name.
Love is a fools game. Been there done that.
Got the t-shirt got the baggage and the baseball cap.
I know how to kiss, how to make a girl go wow.
Make the hair stand on her head. Make her have a hot brow.
She tingles all over at my touch. My words make her lips pant.
Its been a long time since I felt any pain so maybe I cant.
Speak the words to make you fall in love with me.
I love your soul we should be one. I want the stars to shine in your eyes.
Your pulse to race and see the glow in your face. Your sensual smile.
AS you lock my lips with yours. In a passionate embrace.
To tell me to be gentle, be sweet, take your time it isn’t a race.
To hold you in my arms your body so hot you burn my spirit.
Is this love that sweeps across mind as you begin to up the pace.
You say I am the one you want to hold your head.
As we fall asleep in your bed no naughty time.
You drank too much wine. I wont take advantage of your trust.
That isn’t me besides what’s the rush. I Know you have a crush on me.
So who knows will it, wont it. Become maybe a we?
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