Random Verses (9)

You and I, we're words without a rhyme -
Two images caught in time;
A picture to the eyes of the blind.
You and I, we're two of a kind.

In my heart you'll be until we meet;
Till I come home and stumble at your feet.
A feeling so loud yet so discreet;
Growing forevermore with every heartbeat.

Girl, you are so insatiably fine;
How I long to run fingers down your spine!
Alas! I yearn that you were mine -
I'd hold you till the end of time.

If I could have the night and make it mine,
And tell the stars to fall in line -
I'd tell the moon to go and shine,
On the girl I love, with a heart that's mine.