Love,
I don’t know it.
But I still protect it,
Atleast I admit it, not try to project it.
We say three words, to make so much happen.
When maybe it shouldn’t.
All I have to say about the matter is touch,
It’s a concept we see too much.
I lay rhyme to put time in perspective when he’s mine.
And that’s not too often, lately.
Love,
I’ve got a lot to say about love,
We’ve all got too much to say about love,
To me it’s his name,
It ends all the same,
With nobody.
The name changes,
Concept rearranges
Seems benevolent
Not quite relevant
Yet.
Love,
I’m talking wash-board abs,
To
Dang girl you lookin’ fab,
If it’s what you want,
It’s probably what you can’t have,
It’s all too much for 15,16,17 years.
I want the same as all my peers,
But we’re far behind,
Kinda legally blind,
in these uncharted waters.
So I say to you my
Love,
Let’s take the un from uncharted,
Unavailable, uninterested, unloved,
Let’s chart those waters.
Baby you and me,
That’s all that matters.
In these small hours
We’ve got all the powers
Of lovers.