If we can make magic with our mouths
and enhance them with the strings
strung onto a piece of wood

If we can pull the strings that move our lips
and the strings that create our sound

If we can weave our strings together
into a perfect triple harmony


The world will be perfect
as the string of immortality
that never gets tangled...

Sing with me

To know with a full heart
that he loves you
in return

You've read Perfection.
It's subjective.

But your opinion is perfect to me.
No matter how much I disagree
I love the way you are,
The way you speak,
The way you think.

So perfect?
Perhaps.

Well, considering my part time anorexic
All of 110 pounds,
That's good to hear.

Thank you.

How crazy is it
That hair you quoting a song
While talking to me
Makes me feel more valuable
Than my weight in gold?

You said love

Tell me, what is your definition
Of that
Overused
Word
?

If I ever displeased you
Would you fight me with words?

Would you pin me down with pentameter?

Curiosity, I'm afraid, gets the best of me....

We need not weapons.

Speak.

And daggers will fly,
Lifting from your scratched penmanship
And we will conquer all.

But that day....it's coming will scare me.
What happens will make me happier
And invoke in me a feeling I've never known

But then what....
Don't disappear into the night,
Called back to the duties of the home
And not of the heart.
Stay with me
And help me make up
For all the lost time
We left
On the racetrack

The clock with the metal rim
Lay it flat
And see us inside
Sprinting away from the hands
In hot pursuit
And trapped in different quadrants....
Will you love me
Two hours behind
Eight states away
And a year apart?