It'll never matter how I say it.
Or write it.
I could dress it up with lights and display it.
It still won't matter.

I could slay a thousand dragons and tell you jokes along the way.
Though your still hanging on the words someone else said yesterday.

I want to have your drink ready for you when you walk into the door.
To hear about your day and how it went down at the store.

I've cursed the moon so many times because it holds a thought of you.
And any love you deserve is probably years over due.

I am the ogre holding up the bridge if ever you should cross.
Time not spent within your eyes could be my only loss.

A million sunsets and all the stars could never hold a candle.
In trying to relate your attributes I'll probably never get a handle.

Think of me a fool if you will, for this I cannot change.
But should I choose your life or mine, I'll step into the range.

The softness of your presence and the warmth of your smile.
Is enough to hold me over for at least a little while.

Suffer the fools, the misogynist, and the others if you must.
Rest assured my wayward friend in me your heart can trust.