Stone Cold In Love
saturday morning
nothing to do
just lie in bed
and think of you
think about your
pretty face
wishing you were
here in place
lots of time
i spend with you
and you unknowing
have no clue
like a convicted man
i have no choice
i listen to
an inner voice
it tells me where
my eye's would wander
and thinks of pleasant
things to ponder
wishing things were
this way or that
could i pet you
like a cat
i close my eyes
and hope to dream
a vision of love
a passionate scene
but with shyness
i plot my next move
when can i next
be with you
i think about
the things we do
searching each moment
for ALL loves clues
never a touch
or sweet word go by
without close examination
or my asking why
like star gazers
gazing at the stars
i try to predict my future
and make it where you are
dare i ask my God
what i should say
because of you
He has lacked my praise
i go on like this
for days and days
writing my little stories
pretending in my plays
when someones
in love with you
they think of you
just the way i do
i try not to waste
my days and nights
the way of love
is a constant figtht
but if i should chose
an ordinary life
and end my joy and strife
then would be no reason
for life
no reason for struggle
no putting in pieces of a puzzle
no reason for waking
on saturdays alone
my reasons for living
all gone
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