Though My Lips
Though my lips are known to stutter when I talk
And my heart is known to flutter when I gawk
For your love and love alone I would be great
Just to reach you in my catatonic state
Oh the fire burns and what am I to do
On the kindle of a love I have for you
There is heat that burns the emptiness inside
On the sweet returns of happiness I glide
I have tried to be the master of my fate
But my dreams are running faster than my gait
And my fantasies are counting way too much
Though my ecstacies are mounting over such
If my income and my outcome are well-matched
And my savings and my cravings are attached
There is nothing more that I could ask of you
Than to love me for the way my sky is blue
Though my feet are more precocious when I sprint
And this heat of mine is shrinking to a glint
And my sense of time is jelling to my state
Still my tense of time is telling me to wait.
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