(This is a lyrical ballade of a sorts that determined it should be the sole object of my study. Jealous of another idea that I had desired to write, it did engage in deception to turn my affections toward it...)
Who can I be this time
If I am not your love
If I am not the ground below
I will be the moon above
And guide you to others
like a hand slips into a glove
Who can I be this time
If I am not your love
Who can I be this time
If not your desire
If I cannot be your match
then I will be a fire
And guide you to others
whose passion you require
Who can I be this time
if not your desire
Who can I be this time
if not your paramour
If I cannot be your rock
then I will be the shore
And lead you to the others
you are yearning to explore
Who can I be this time
if not your paramour
Who can I be this time
if I am not your beau
If I cannot be your staff
I will be an arrow
And lead you to the others
whose love you long to know
Who can I be this time
if I am not your beau
Who can I be this time
if not your valentine
If I cannot be your map
then I will be a sign
And guide you to the others
who are faultless and divine
Who can I be this time
if not your valentine
Who can I be this time
if I am not your groom
If I cannot be your bed
then I will be a room
And lead you to the others
whom you want to consume
Who can I be this time
if I am not your groom
A good combination of selflessness,jealousy,romance and devotion....what time's the next flight to Canada?!..good stuff Mark.
ReplyDeleteI hate when they demand to be written then play with your heart the way this one does.
ReplyDeletenice tempo too. my neck was rolling with it's pattern as I read it