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?'
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