Love is me opening up like a book,
My dirty linen washed outside,
Whiles you hide your phone calls.
Love is me sitting out in the rain waiting,
Although I know your promises you never keep,
Hoping a reliable promisor,
You will one day be.
Love is me on my knees,
Tears in my eyes praying,
Dear Lord change this heart,
Cupid’s arrow with my name inscribed, strike it.
Love is me knowing,
Maidens give freely their hearts,
The best things in life being free,
But as gullible as cooing I give you my last dime,
When your angelic voice asks.
Love is me loving you so much,
Now love hurts.
Love is me asking will your smile,
For me be permanent,
Will your vow be on lifetime if you take it.
Love is me forgiving your wrongs,
And praying it doesn’t add up to 77.
Love is me living every lyric,
In Percy Sledge’s biggest song.
Love is me pouring my feelings,
Into a piece of poem.
You’ll know love,
When your feelings you convey through poetry
Seeking my attention
And oh, a journey of no return that will be.
Love is me sleepless at 3am writing this
With you knowing not it’s you I write about.