Our Love Song

Our Love Song                            January 1, 2005

They call me a master with words, 

But it's all really a hobby. 

After all, with such a world of wonders, 

It's so easy to fill a paper with song. 

I look into your big blue eyes, 

And I then know of the most beautiful thing of all, 

And thus, I decide to write our love song. 

You say, "Hey, you don't have to do that, 

For we have one already, darling. 

It's that ballad we heard while making love that day." 

But I'm a songwriter, and that simply does you no justice. 

You deserve so much better than you've ever heard. 

I'm going to give you more by writing you our love song. 

Sweet harps glissando splendidly in arpeggio form. 

The drummer slowly taps a slow, seductive beat. 

A cool guitar makes for a clear summer's breeze, 

And my piano bangs away the keys for the sultry mood. 

All put together, I sing to you our love song. 

I should only have such an honor, my lady. 

Darling, I now ask you to marry me, 

To spend the rest of your life by my side, 

And at the wedding, I shall play you our love song. 

From there, we shall dance, we shall never be torn apart. 

We shall be together, letting our spirits fly.