That Loyal Love
One shouldn’t be presumptuous, I know this all too well
But I’ve seen such fidelity and love as strong as hell
I’ve felt adoring eyes on me, her heart and mine are tied
Even when distracted I can feel her by my side
I’d never click my fingers like I’m beckoning a waiter
But if I did she’d be there ‘NOW’ and not sooner or later
I feel unworthy of the way she idolises me
I’m an ordinary fella, which I hope she’ll never see
Sometimes she is barred from places that we’d like to visit
But we’ll eat takeout in the park and it will be exquisite
She’s always there for me, forever at my beck and call
Yet all she ever asks of me… is that I throw her ball
|