The quiet loving of her finesse touch
and the look in her eyes,
says she can’t get enough.
Her porcelain face
is perfection to the T;
still pictures of grace.
(I’d buy them up if I could)
Remember those nights we’d spend
haunting that dive bar,
intelligently drunken conversations
of life and love.
But don’t you know
I’d trade them all away
just to know what was behind
that sad smile.
If I were king,
would you be my queen?
‘Cause I’d give up forever
just to see your smile
…for one more second.
And I’d search forever
just to find the ground
deserving of your feet.
(Cause you know)
We can fly away,
plead like angels
and speak in silver tongue sonnets.
So take my hand
and say you’ll be mine.