You

Some say that you’re too young for me
Ignoring the possibility
We share a love that’s true
Even with my smokey voice
Don’t they see I’m not the only choice
That is waiting there for you
You’ve been inside
Seen what I hide
Opened up my soldered doors
Made me see that there is more
So much more that I can do
You know just what you mean to me
I write of love and jealousy
Six volumes I’ve bled for you
Your arms are all I need

© 2005, Mosquitobyte