Before This Love Expires

I tried to find my way back from your cerebellum I was lost in the thoughts of your conundrum Trying to find the reasons why you would deny The love I want to give to you like free blueberry pie A poet’s dejection, a writer’s impression gained expression Romance his profession, love his possession So she is really in no position to contemplate rejection For this female companion, forget instant gratification So writing letters is a waste of trees to your person Sorry I had to kill a forest before you let me know your obsession One more reason to add to the growing list of no, no, no’s But It’ll only take one yes to break through to Deneo’s Patience, is really an absence from oneself I’m learning the art of being an item on the shelf I’ll wait for you to let me know, hopefully before this love expires For your heart to meet with mine and see what transpires