a blank piece of paper and my mind settles in
to write you the perfect love song, but were to begin
shall I say your rose color lips, are perfect for your voice
and when you speak, my senses erupt, I have no choice

shall I write of your beauty, and all that it brings
from the melting winter snow, to the rebirth of spring
so sturdy I feel, when your aura surrounds me
like the roots of the mighty oak tree

the sensual words you whisper in my ears
weakens my knees, almost to tears
that playful laughter, when you taunt me
you think your in control, just wait and see

for the notes of love I have for you
are never a rewrite, always a true first draft
they spill out of me, never to be altered
just like this silly song, always forever