On his shoulders are freckles like leaves,
Uncountable kisses he steals, he thieves,
His cinnamon beard soft as a feather,
He mends me with kisses, he holds me together.
He is truth in the love songs I hear,
He whispers sweet stories into my ear,
He makes me feel so lame and cliche,
I want him forever, not just a day.
He wraps my heart around his finger,
Upon my lips, his lovely lips linger,
I know each other is all we need,
And too, he knows, my mind he reads.
I long and yearn for our bright life,
Maybe, one day I'll be his wife,
But now we wait for the right time,
I can't wait until he's mine.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
On his shoulders are freckles like leaves,
Uncountable kisses he steals, he thieves,
His cinnamon beard soft as a feather,
He mends me with kisses, he holds me together.
He is truth in the love songs I hear,
He whispers sweet stories into my ear,
He makes me feel so lame and cliche,
I want him forever, not just a day.
He wraps my heart around his finger,
Upon my lips, his lovely lips linger,
I know each other is all we need,
And too, he knows, my mind he reads.
I long and yearn for our bright life,
Maybe, one day I'll be his wife,
But now we wait for the right time,
I can't wait until he's mine.