I’d be gushing words
Stepping over myself
Showing you pictures of her
‘She’s so beautiful but her words
‘Are even more...’
I’d tell of how she sings me to sleep
Comes to my dreams
Holds me there
And you’d say
‘I’ve got to go...’
And I’d say
‘Wait...wait...cause what she really has done to me...is
‘Stayed...when others are too busy
‘She finds herself in my words
‘Finds herself in everything that I do ...
‘And is patient enough to accept that...
‘That is why I love her so...
But you don’t hear it
Nobody does
Because nobody understands us
Nobody ever will
Will they my love?