Love is the first time you sleep with a face full of hair, and don't care,
you're just grateful she's there.
It's all the emotion you're able to bear, so beware;
nobody said it was graceful or fair.
Love is unprepared to be rushed, but a touch is barely enough,
and since you don't dare to give up, there is the rub.
She'll put her hair in a bun and rip the air from your lungs,
Until you feel your blood pumping, like the snare and the drum.
Love is it all, the bricks in the wall,
The stick and the ball, the listen and call,
The dismissal of any and all critical thought, but what is it overall?
A bridge metaphor and a physical fall.
Love is a quest to the farthest of lands, mountains, marshes and sands,
it's artistry, grand, heart swelling as large as it can,
hearing your arteries bang,
and being there to hold the cane inside the palm of her hand.
Ask any men, they will say that it led them astray,
from the gentlest phrase to the mentalist, caged,
Love is the first time you sleep with a face full of hair and don't care,
you're just grateful he's there,
It's all the emotion you're able to bear, so beware:
Nobody said it was graceful or fair.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Love is the first time you sleep with a face full of hair, and don't care,
you're just grateful she's there.
It's all the emotion you're able to bear, so beware;
nobody said it was graceful or fair.
Love is unprepared to be rushed, but a touch is barely enough,
and since you don't dare to give up, there is the rub.
She'll put her hair in a bun and rip the air from your lungs,
Until you feel your blood pumping, like the snare and the drum.
Love is it all, the bricks in the wall,
The stick and the ball, the listen and call,
The dismissal of any and all critical thought, but what is it overall?
A bridge metaphor and a physical fall.
Love is a quest to the farthest of lands, mountains, marshes and sands,
it's artistry, grand, heart swelling as large as it can,
hearing your arteries bang,
and being there to hold the cane inside the palm of her hand.
Ask any men, they will say that it led them astray,
from the gentlest phrase to the mentalist, caged,
Love is the first time you sleep with a face full of hair and don't care,
you're just grateful he's there,
It's all the emotion you're able to bear, so beware:
Nobody said it was graceful or fair.