ive been known to write a love poem or two
but nothing could be put into writing baby
when it comes to me and you
a little rhyme to capture a little time
a little moment in life
when a bit your lip
and you curled your toes
we both shared our secret through glances amongst church rows
despite the late night fight
i find myself tangled all up in you in the morning light
forgive me for staring
but not being a scientest
or a physcist alike
i swear the light bends along your curves
and i'll pretend to sleep and catch a glimpse
while you get dressed and leave
always on the run, a woman of the world
i'm stuck in this little city holding onto that night
dev
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