Find the truth in layers,
Look deep inside and tell me if it's on fire,
My hearts being worn on dirty sleeves,
Maybe loves a dream, forgery or fantasy.
A plush smile and the kindest glistening eyes,
She knows now that it is time to realize,
Eight shades of pink cover her lips,
Caught in a gaze as she moves her hips.
I can't explain how it happened,
Please hope that this wont be the end,
She's so damn beautiful it perplexes me,
Hopefully she won't leave a man in need.
It's not the words; its how she says it,
Hopefully she reads this, every last bit,
I want to keep everything clean and legit,
Maybe you can sign something, like a permit.
I'm getting jealous of your clothes,
And how close they are to you,
Maybe this letter will be enough of a clue,
It's the sound of your voice that I'm going to pursue.
