I am feeling lonely
Without you by my side
You make me feel so lovely
When in your arms I hide

I wish I was next to you
Because you are feeling sad
I would tell you what is true
So much joy to be had

I hate you see you cry
It scares me half to death
When you want to die
It takes away my breath

His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you

Someone please control me,
from losing control,
of my uncontrolled feelings

Someone please control her,
from losing control,
of her uncontrolled feelings

Someone please control us,
from controlling each others,
uncontrolled feelings

Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade,
strumming on a flattop guitar that was made
to play along with a country song
about a sad heart who was done wrong.

Old Shep beats his tail to the tune,
enjoying the breeze and the croon
of the melodic voice which fills the air,
encouraging the birds to sing with flair.

Friendly neighbors stop by to listen with glee
to the one-man show which is free,
there isn't anything he can't play,
taking all requests on any day.

Favorites are heard and the group is a part
of the dusk-like entertainment considered art,
joining together with voices raised  high,
taking a walk down memory lane with a sigh.

Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade
is a summertime thought that will not fade,
singing along with the guitar,
making sounds in unison near and far.