Stone Cold In Love

saturday morning nothing to do just lie in bed and think of you think about your pretty face wishing you were here in place lots of time i spend with you and you unknowing have no clue like a convicted man i have no choice i listen to an inner voice it tells me where my eye's would wander and thinks of pleasant things to ponder wishing things were this way or that could i pet you like a cat i close my eyes and hope to dream a vision of love a passionate scene but with shyness i plot my next move when can i next be with you i think about the things we do searching each moment for ALL loves clues never a touch or sweet word go by without close examination or my asking why like star gazers gazing at the stars i try to predict my future and make it where you are dare i ask my God what i should say because of you He has lacked my praise i go on like this for days and days writing my little stories pretending in my plays when someones in love with you they think of you just the way i do i try not to waste my days and nights the way of love is a constant figtht but if i should chose an ordinary life and end my joy and strife then would be no reason for life no reason for struggle no putting in pieces of a puzzle no reason for waking on saturdays alone my reasons for living all gone