Cherry-topped emotions – place those kisses on a curve
Back on the road; weaving through the flowing cursive
Nature of your words. You swear you don’t curse as often,
Yet I promise you, I couldn’t have heard enough as I’m
Shutting my ears each time you start to talk so rough –
Darling you talk too much.

Pin the blame on the heart; that mischievous *****,
But even more so on the tongue, that speaks in a rush
Racing to spill those hasty, biting out loud remarks
Yet I promise you, I couldn’t have heard enough as I’m
Shutting my ears each time you start to talk so rough –
Darling you talk too much.

Perhaps I entertain the fact, cos I love you too much.