Writing For You...

It wont do you any good if I put our story into play
Write it on blank sheets of paper just to see how they look on the pages
Blotted ink creating streams of loops and lines
For the reading pleasure of only you

I could write all day if someone were to make me
Recalling our melodies of moments lost in times before
But the purpose of articulating these hours we both still remember
Doesn't seem enough to open the window of an era we left locked

I may dance beneath the stars, at night, from time to time
Twirl around in a pretty dress while I sing along to our song
Trill about the days we used to live out long
Remembering nights of passion we knew we'd live out longer

A day spent in the presence of one another
Framed a pretty picture of us for the rest of the world to see
The colours strong, intense and inviting of love
Take my hand and then take our picture, pretty in a frame is where it belongs

I sit here now, scribbling along to my pens flow
Wondering just what else I should or could have said
To make your heart beat faster just one more time
Without the guidance from my little tiny paw

Grant you the right to sing once more to the song of your choice
And with me left writing and you steady standing
Perhaps we could come to agree that here in this life
Where we are now, could be exactly where we're meant to be