It was the twitch in her smile
That put a hitch in my giddy-up
And a cramp in my style.
Wasn’t looking for love in all the wrong places. Thought I had cleansed my hands of romance. Nevertheless still got lovesick… And couldn’t find the doctor (sigh).
I didn’t really expect to get assassinated
With cupid’s arrows (he’s got scary good aim). That pesky little love sniper.
Never thought I’d tie the knot
With a glass half-empty (I say its half-full). But in all honesty, without her, life is actually half-empty. So together we make a pretty good coup.
I was quite shocked, cravingly lovesick for her choice raven lovelocks. Taunted daily, by vivid dreams of being doused in her slick mocha skin. She would add foreign spices I never knew existed. I began to pant for a wisp of her small subtle voice. A herald of burgundy romances. Sweet intonations that would echo an amorous sonance. Our voices would enter, into eternal dances. We never left each others arms. Forever wrapped in love’s grip. We tipped and toed, dosey-doed, waltzed but no break dancing.
Mysteriously, I began to understand the fury of the flame they call love. You know, the “L” word. Not by faint imagination nor by seeking, but by being set on fire. And boy, were we ever engulfed in it’s merciless fervor. The stars were even screaming as we were beaming upward. And they’d agreed it was love. Celestial skies tried to resist the flames far, far above. They eventually denied their unbelief, subscribed to our story.
The tantalizing music in her voice desired my love. Plucking its heart strings (they were kind of…ahem, out of tune. One them might of snapped actually). Her hit single became my number one hit. The radio waves filled mightily with our song. The only song. A unique channel with one frequency. And it still went platinum. A joyous sound we could never thrust away.
Her timidity became the lion of my heart. And I never thought I’d marry a mouse ( a very cute one without a tail) In a trillion and two years.
I began to understand by tasting, what love really was. It was her. And me. Together. A twitch in her smile, two in mine.
A hitch in each other’s giddy up.
Lovesick as a dog.
And still can’t find the doctor….
He might of retired by now.