What Would You Do For Love

This one I have no title for, All I know is it's the cries of my heart And the innocence of her chastity, She wears the love of Shakespeare Atleast that's what I think, But I never find a way to the tides of her love, I haven't written in a while, but this here is how I breathe my confessions, Perhaps the universe was waiting for this perfect moment, After all there's no reasoning with a man feeling love... This is the first piece of a million I'm writing of her, But my chest is a heat wave burning at the rate of five thousand sun's, So I just want burst out with the lust of my heart, So I joke about the size of her behind here and there I know she likes it though she denies it, She cringes that I'm a sweet talker, But there's no asking what gift God gives us So I'm writing embers of next summers love story, Of you and I I'm embarrassed by what my future sons are to Read! But there's no reason in the heart of a man feeling love... So I feel like I'm on ectasy and passion, Ready to promise this lady the stars like it belonged to me.... 'After all, what would you do for love?'