Words ,words,words . . .
Present , past of future tense
Rhyme or try to hyphen-ate
I know of words , young man
I know of pie crust promises
Those easily made and easily broken
Don't give me words
Give me your heart
Stir my spirit and un blight my soul
With your love and not your words
Words can deceive ...
Looking for the easiest convenience
Instead look into my eyes , I hide nothing from you
Hold my hand when you want to protect me
Don't say ... just do
And if you find yourself so inclined
Write to me , dear love
For i love letters and poetry among anything
Write it down and one day we'll live it out.
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