Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
     I think not, for the day's end soon approaches as does Summer's demise.
     Shall I compare them to a sparkling diamond?
     Again, I think not, for many diamonds are cut apart to gain their beauty.
     Shall I compare thee to a crescendo of song, reaching its peak?
     Still, I think not, for each and every note may yet still go sour.
     While some may profess these things as perfection, you are indeed perfection in my eyes.
     Now and forever.

People will say that they've fallen in love
But I'm a little different from the masses
I tripped over my own two feet
And stumbled my way into your life
And you caught me with your love

We’re in our mid-twenties
Making our way home from the bar

You
Drunk on sweet cotton candy *****
Stumbling and flowing through my grasp as I help you into the car

Me
Drunk on your kisses
Sweeter than any cotton candy
From those blush colored lips of yours

Drunk on the soothing scent of apples
Hanging in the air between us

Drunk on those warm hot chocolate colored eyes of yours
That always manage to drown me in their endless depth

Drunk on that innocent smile
That pulls me in with the promise of things much less innocent

Drunk on the way you slurred
The words I love you
And immediately followed it up with a laugh

Drunk on the way your spirit seemed to fly free
How your thoughts seemed to soar
In the moonlit night above

Drunk on every aspect of your entire existence

And I hope I do not sober up anytime soon

The beat of her heart
Is the steady beat
That I march to

To find another who's heart is in sync with yours is to hold a precious gem. To find a soul knit to yours is to hold a peculiar treasure. To experience complete bliss in the comfort of another's love is to know what a treasure love is.

Biological fathers are something
I don't know of,
I knew him once,
But he threw a wrench I'm my trust,
Listen up because this is a must.

I walked on through,
No one had a clue,
I put on my greatest show just for you,
When you looked at me,
Through those judgy eyes,
Always wondering why?

Look at her she's gross,
Ewww, no don't touch me,
You might give me a white trash cootie!
You never even stopped to think,
Maybe she might be hurting?