The Minister's Son
Once in a place on a top of a hill
Lies an oak tree the stood there still
Under that is a boy I know in pain
All wet because of his tears and the rain.
He swears he’ll never fall in love again
No more heartache that happened back then
But I do hope that he is wrong
Cause my heart screams we both belong.
He does not know I know the things he loves
From what he hates and what he wants to have
I know his favorite food, number, and song
He does not know I had him memorized for so long.
He loves things that the color is blue
He loves to tease me but never will argue
He loves to play basketball once a week or twice
He loves to eat ham soaked in vinegar and rice.
He loves places that are peaceful and quiet
He wants things to work out like what he had set
He is quiet and does not talk a lot
He wears v-neckline shirts that make him look so hot.
Nobody else knows what he does best
Playing guitar is his greatest asset
I know his hometown, where he came from
And I love it when he plays the drums.
Yes that guy is the one I love
He’s the one that I have been dreaming of
He’s my life, my love and no other than
The man in black the minister’s son.
Copyright © Sam Tiwana | Year Posted 2014
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